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Cross-Checked - Chapter 4

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter 4 ~ Being Captain Sucks ~ Andy

The last eight weeks have been the worst and best weeks of my life. Dealing with betrayal and heartbreak is the worst. Or so I thought. When I invited Leia to come live with me, I didn’t think it would be torturous. Do you know what women sleep in when they aren’t your girlfriend? A shirt and what must be the tiniest shorts known to man. It's taken everything to hide the hard-on I get when I see her every morning. Thank fuck we have separate hotel rooms, or my cock would never get a break.

Don’t get me wrong. I fucking love that she lives with me and I get to see what I get to see. I just wish I could see it as her man.

I’m whipped for this girl and I don’t even have her.

Boarding the plane to California should have been simple. I helped Luke with Leia’s bag and then chatted as we climbed in. Normal. Except when our backup goalie, Jeremy Swayman stops to chat with Leia. She is smiling but looks confused. She must know that all the single guys on the team are aware of the change in status for her. As much as I love Luke, i wanted to strangle him for spilling those beans.

I see Stella get on board and sigh in relief when Leia spots her and dismisses Swayman. She looked over at me and I quickly changed my face to a smile. When she turns back around, I glare at Swayman.

“You ok man? You look like you want to punch something,” Luke says as he pulls out his headphones.

Fuck, i don’t need him to be losing his shit. “Yeah, just got a message from Fiona. Claiming she didn’t get everything.”

“Like what?”

“Who the fuck knows man. She’s insane.” Luke grunts in agreement and a crisis is averted. I sit back but keep my eyes on Leia. At some point, i snoozed but then jerk awake when we hit turbulence. I see Leia is in her seat, her head on Stella’s shoulder and I assume she’s asleep. Well, at least I can rest now.

When we touch down in San Jose, all of the guys want to hit the hotel bar for a quick drink to relax after the flight. Luke had invited the girls but they declined and headed up. Leia gives her brother a kiss on the cheek and a hug, gives me a hug and waves to the other guys. All of them say bye, Swayman’s eyes linger as she walks away. I grind my teeth in an effort to keep my mouth shut.

Yes, ok, I have the caveman mentality that Leia is mine, even if she’s not. She’s a beauty with long dark honey colored hair and green eyes that look like emeralds. She petite but her curves are the stuff women dream about. My dreams have been about my hands on those curves. I shake my head and return to the conversations around me.

“So Andrews, what is going on with your sister?” Swayman asks. I’m on instant alert.

Luke wrinkles his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, she’s single now.”

Luke’s face became hard. “Yes, and she’s going to stay that way for a while.”

I love my best friend.

“But she lives with Barber.” he points out.

Ah fuck.

Luke looks at me and I shrug, having no idea where this is headed. “So what? Is that a problem?”

Jeremy looks from me to Luke and back before saying, “never mind. All I was saying is that I would like to ask her out.”

No, fuck no. This can’t be happening.

Luke smiled. “Sure, ask her out. I would love to see the teardown she gives you.” He laughs and I laugh with him. But I know Jeremy Swayman is a handsome guy that would be totally Leia’s type. I’m going to have to talk to her to make sure she says no.

I woke up the next morning, irritated to all hell at everyone and everything. I know it's because of the turn of events yesterday with Jeremy but I need to not dwell on that. We have a game tonight and I need to focus. But first, I need to tackle the hunger I am feeling. I headed into the hotel cafe and saw two of my favorite people already sitting down. At least I can sit next to Leia and enjoy the smell of her shampoo and perfume combo that make me ecstatic.

As I approach the table, I can see that Leia’s eyes are red-rimmed. I frown and worry that douchebag Bret had reached out. I make it over in time to hear, “I don’t know how I’m going to tell Andy.”

“Tell me what?” Leia jumps at the sound of my voice and knocks a knee into the table. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” she groaned. “Son of a bitch, that hurt.” She rubs her right knee. I made her scoot over and I rubbed her knee. She sighs a little and then jolts as if she remembered something.

“Now that I have cured your knee, what’s going on? What is it you aren’t sure how to tell me?” I smile at her as I throw my arm behind her.

“Nothing, it's nothing. I just..”. she hesitates for a second. “It's just, I wasn’t sure if you knew what Jeremy’s deal was. He’s been acting weird, and I wasn’t sure if you knew, and I didn’t know how to ask. I mean, I can’t ask my brother, or he’ll assume shit and...”

“Princess, take a breath,” I tell her, cutting her off. She takes a deep breath and lets it out. “Ok, yes, Jeremy was asking to confirm if you are single. Luke told him he could ask because he thought you would turn him down.” I give her shoulder a squeeze. A warning, if you will, so she knows I want her to say no.

“Oh,” she chews her bottom lip. “I mean, if I was in the right head space, I would probably say yes but I just have a lot going on with the business and work.” She nudges me, “you know right? I wouldn’t be able to give myself 100% to someone else and that’s not fair.”

God is smiling down on me today. I give her my million-watt smile. “Of course, Princess. And if anyone else doesn’t understand that, then they don’t deserve you.”

“Thanks Andy.” She smiles and leans her head on my shoulders. It's something so natural to us. But when I look around the restaurant, I see Swayman staring at us, and I can’t help but let my trademark smirk fly.

Barber: 1 – Swayman: 0

We finished the road trip on a high with a win in Vancouver. Ten days along the West Coast was hard enough but dealing with Swayman as he threw daggers at me was tougher. We had to be a team on the ice but that didn’t mean we weren’t rivals off it. I didn’t treat Leia any differently than before but just doing that pissed Swayman off.

“You should talk to Swayman,” Luke said as we boarded the plane back to Boston.

“Why?” Playing dumb had been my saving grace this trip.

“Because something is wrong with him and it's messing with his head.” Luke turned to look at something behind him, but I didn’t. No need to draw attention that I wanted to avoid.

“He won both of his games,” I pointed out.

“Because the rest of the team was pulling more than their weight. Andy,” he sighed, “you have to talk to him. You’re the captain.”

I sighed in frustration. “Fine. I’ll talk to him once we are in the air.” I took my seat and pulled out my headphones. I watched Leia get on board and sit with Stella as normal. My girl looked a little pale, probably from lack of sleep. Sleeping in hotel rooms night after night is not as glamourous as people think it is. Some beds are just down right awful. Except the one where I had Leia in my arms. That douche Bret had called her drunk while we were in Seattle. She didn’t want to tell her brother, so she cried in my arms. I rarely see Leia cry anymore. She tries to act tough, like a business owner. But for some reason, Bret really got to her and that just made me want to pummel the shit out of him.

The thoughts of a crying Leia kept me distracted for about an hour. Then Luke nudged me and cocked his head toward Swayman. Fuck, I did not what to do this but when I agreed to be captain, I knew this would come with the territory. I walked down the aisle and patted Ullmark on the shoulder. He looked up and nodded, giving up his seat next to Swayman.

Jeremy was looking out the window, book in his lap. I checked the title. “Stop Over Thinking” Well, if there was ever a book I needed Leia to read, it was that one. I sighed. “Can we talk, Swayman?”

“Got nothing to say.” He’s tone was bland. He wasn’t upset or angry. Just resigned. That’s good, I guess. Good for my chances with Leia but not good if he wanted to keep our season going.

“Are you sure? Because when my assistant captains and goaltenders tell me I have to talk to one of my teammates, I think it's something serious.” I turned and look at him. “Talk to me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because it's about you.” He finally looked at me and I could see the fury behind his eyes. He was holding back. That’s a good thing on a plane. But bad for his mental health. I’m a firm believer in taking care of the body and the mind. A full rounded healthy person is better than one who is physically fine but mentally shitting the bricks.

“So, tell me as if you’re not telling me. Talk to me like I’m your best friend, listening to whatever crap is going on inside your head. I don’t care if you say shit about me right now. You have five minutes of free hits to me.”

Jeremy studied me to see if I was joking. I wasn’t. I knew he needed to get it out before he exploded everywhere. “I like her, and you are just in the way. She’s your best friend but I can’t help but think there is something more going on. And its killing me because I’ve liked her for so long. She was with that pansy boy for forever and I finally get the courage to say something to her and, she...” he sighed “...she was just all over you. And then I feel like a dick because I told her that I wanted to get a drink but then avoided her the rest of the trip.”

Ah fuck. Why did I let him get five minutes in? Now I'm feeling guilty that I made him feel like he wasn’t worth it. It didn’t mean I didn’t want him to stay away from my girl, but I should at least let her let him down gently. “Look man, she got a call from her ex, and he was a dickweasel to her. She needed to cry, and she can’t exactly go to her brother for fear of him going nuclear.” His eyes opened in surprise. But I said my piece. “She’s feeling better and if you hurt her, we are going to have so many problems. Yes, she’s my best friend but I don’t think she sees me any differently.”

“So, I can...”

I swallowed what felt like cotton in my throat. “Just be careful, ok? She doesn’t need the drama.”

Jeremy nodded and studied me again. “Thanks Captain.”

I patted his shoulder and got up to go back to my seat. As Ullman moved back to his seat, I saw Leia getting up to go to the bathroom and my heart clenched. All I could hope for now is that she saw me, really saw me and she chose me in the end.

But if Swayman was what she wanted, I would support her every day.

Even if it killed me.

Barber: 1 – Swayman: 1

Its around 4 AM when we touched down in Boston. Leia is fast asleep in her seat, clutching her stuffed cow that she carries when she gets nervous. I gave it to her a few years ago when I won it at a fair. She named the damn thing “Sebastian.” Why, you ask? Because of some stupid Sebastian Stan video about what the moo cow says. I chuckle as I look at her. She’s still mine and Luke’s baby girl. I bend over to pick her up in my arms and move careful off the plane.

Luke looks up surprised when he sees me in her arms. “What the...”

“Shh,” I told him. “She looked pale when she boarded so I didn’t want to wake her. Just help me get her to the car.” I move quickly but softly to my SUV and place her into the seat and strap her in. Luke loads our bag.

“You got her?” he asks me. I nod and he kisses her forehead, frowns and closes her door.

“Yeah, i got her. Just gonna get her into bed.”

“Yeah, I would get some ibprofen ready for her. She feels like she’s running a little bit of a fever.” He gives me a hug and heads over to where Miranda is waiting for him. I smile at that. It would be nice to have my woman waiting for me when I got home from a long trip. I sigh and walk over to the driver side, nodding at Jeremy as he walks by. I climb in and head to our home.

Leia’s still dead to the world when I take her in. I get her under the covers, chuckle at that stupid cow and put it into her arms. I kiss her forehead, feeling how warm she is. “Love you Princess,” I whisper when I leave water and pills by her bed. My heart still hurts from my conversation with Jeremy, so I linger in her room. I stare at the woman who has stolen my heart. I just want her to choose me. But I guess I would have to throw my hat in the ring first. I resolved to talk to her in the morning.

I wake up to the sounds of someone throwing up. Groaning, I know its Leia. She must have the stomach flu. I scrub my face of sleep before i get up to check on her. “Princess?”

“Go away, Andy.”

I frown as I hear her retch again and I try the door. “Leia, let me in.”

I hear her whimper and then a soft “no,” followed by more retching.

I bang on the door, “Leighton!” I grabbed a hair pin and jimmy the lock. I see Leia throwing up again and I grab her hair to keep it out of the way and rub her back. “Ok, baby, I got you.” I stay there until she leans back into me. “Leia, you are burning up.” I move to pick her up, but she stops me.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to the doctor.” I move to pick her up again, but she wiggles out of my grasp. “Leighton...”

“I don’t need to go to the doctors, Andy. I know what’s wrong.” She can’t look at me and now I’m concerned.

I brushed a sweaty stand of hair away from her eyes. “Are you ok?”

“Yes, no... yes, fuck I don’t know.” She puts her head into my neck to hide as I hold her tight.

“What’s going on Princess?” She looks at me with the most broken face I’ve ever seen. More than when I accidently decapitated her barbie, when she broke her ankle after falling out of the tree house. The last time I had seen her like this was when her father died. “You’re scaring me, Leia.”

She pulled her head up and looked at me straight, eyes red rimmed, fear laced in her beautiful irises.

“Andy, I’m pregnant.”

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theravenkin · 1 year

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I posted 3,886 times in 2022

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I tagged 823 of my posts in 2022

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#(im not very good at it but i love when my mutuals who are all so smart make posts about it and then i can reblog it and say sooooo true <3

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ok i'm back from my disappearance. here's some more "aftg as shit my team has said" as an offering

neil: wow, aaron's actually kinda feisty.

andrew: sure, but not feisty enough to get out of a headlock.

aaron and andrew: *intense sibling rivalry stare*

kevin: we are /not/ losing to that team. they're wearing /green/. if we lose to a team wearing green, i swear to god-

dan: okay guys, big game today! Please show up with a good attitude even if you're on your period or can’t breathe!

neil: yeah, they may think they're the shit, but look at the scoreboard. scoreboard doesn't lie, bitch!

kevin: ...neil...we're losing.

neil: well, yeah, but only by a little bit.

neil: *getting a little too intense while watching the game from the bench*

wymack: neil, have you ever- this is a genuine question, coming from a place of genuine concern- have you ever considered just...trying to calm down? have you ever tried that? i really need you to calm the fuck down.

473 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

cant get over the idea of remus taking regulus under his wing. remus seeing through reg's arrogant ice prince facade and seeing a scared little baby gay underneath. remus slowly getting reg to open up to him, to show his blushy awkward teenager self for once. regulus spilling all his insecurities, his secret crushes, his embarrassing interactions with remus. remus hyping reg up when he likes somebody, encouraging him to be himself, teaching him how to flirt. remus teasing him about being "slytherin's resident heartbreaker" and regulus going bright red every time ("ugh, lupin, shut up."). reg having One (1) interaction with the person he likes and SPRINTING to tell remus immediately ("we touched hands, remus" "oh, you minx!" "shut the fuck up"). remus and reg being able to share a Look and immediately breaking out into giggles. sirius HATING IT. (james finding it kind of adorable.)

sirius: what the fuck are you two on about now??

reg and remus: NOTHING. god. don't worry about it. so nosy. *suspicious giggling*

just. remus being like the "fun aunt" to reg. god i'm so obsessed with this someone help.

605 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

not only does andrew read books; he annotates books but only by underlining every other sentence and writing "gay" in the margins

636 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

hc that kevin has a really hard time remembering to knock instead of just walking into a room because there was no privacy in the Nest and he has no concept of boundaries due to the way he was raised there.

do with that what you will.

773 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

something i just really like to think about is neil starting to show his actual personality to the rest of the foxes post-canon and them being shocked.

before they knew about everything, he had to keep up the shy, quiet, ordinary, unsuspecting neil josten act. but post-canon, i like to think that he lets loose a little, allows his real personality to show. he actually lets them see ruthless, blunt, hot-tempered neil josten.

i believe in neil having a very specific "im about to raise hell" expression where he does his scary smile and his eyes go absolutely feral, and the others learn that if they see that expression, they need to step aside. also, i think the others might underestimate how good of a liar neil is. he'll have them convinced that he's innocent but andrew will insist that he's lying; the others, at first, think andrew's being mean and bitter, neil's too sweet to be faking this time, why would he lie about something small like this? ...and then neil's expression completely changes from "innocent child" to "chaos demon" frighteningly quickly. it's absolutely terrifying. andrew sees the horror on the other's faces and just goes, see? gullible morons.

what makes this even better: i like to think that once andrew sees that neil won't be pushed around anymore, and also that neil won't let his people be pushed around either, that andrew feels like he can let down his guard a little bit. like...he feels like there is someone who is willing to and capable of protecting him for once. so andrew might actually relax a little bit...while neil gets more unhinged. i just love this trope and all the possibilities.

like, imagine neil does or says something shocking to the upperclassmen, and they turn to andrew and are like "??? are you gonna control him??" because they're used to andrew being controlling over his people. but andrew doesn't feel the need to control neil when he's like this (tbh he's not fully sure that he could). so he just shrugs nonchalantly and stares blankly (and, if you look closely, admiringly) at neil while he wreaks havoc.

it's just like...wait til the upperclassmen realize that neil is far more willing to fuck shit up than andrew ever was. wait until they realize that andrew just wants to drink hot chocolate and talk shit with his therapist while neil crosses people off his hit list. you know?

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ok gushing abt the best thing ever aka case 4

was not expecting maya to get kidnapped at all... it was rly shocking to see phoenix completely lose his composure when he learned that she was kidnapped, bc this was the first time tht had ever really happened. throughout the game we had seen him act differently than usual whenever edgeworth was brought up, refusing to acknowledge him and even going as far as to snap at franziska. but to see him completely lose it and become so so panicked.. THAT WAS AWESOME!!! it was very suspenseful and unnerving in the best way like GRAGHHHHH and with some New Music too.. and it was really just emotional to see wright be so panicked and at his wit's end so many times throughout this case :( it did a really excellent job at solidifying just how much maya and phoenix mean to one another..🥲 and i was really touched by maya's (and pearl's!) unwavering faith that phoenix would save her 😭

phoenix's outburst at edgeworth was so surprising to me!!! i had absolutely no idea what edgeworth's return wouldve been like and how phoenix would react to him, but i was definitely not expecting FOR HIM TO SAY HE WISHED HE WAS DEAD LIKE BRO!!!!! but it does make sense for him to react this way, hes so fucking stressed abt maya its crazy, and edgeworth just returns smug af and speaking in riddles 💢 wright's reaction also gets further explained much later where its shown that in his grief and anger, he dealt with this loss by rationalizing that edgeworth had ran away bc phoenix dented his perfect record, and thats why he says it wouldve been better for edgeworth to have stayed dead; bc to cope, he had to characterize edgeworth as a coward. and 1.) i think its so interesting that we dont understand this until near the end, meaning we as players are left clueless abt phoenix's emotional state and 2.) THIS GIVES HIM SO MUCH DEPTH and further shows us how phoenix deals with loss, my personal interpretation w the info i have is that i think this motherfucker can barely deal with loss at all, and he had to believe that edgeworth was a coward who ran away rather than a victim of suicide or something, otherwise he wouldve lost it completely. but its open-ended enough tht it can be interpreted in a variety of ways WHICH IS AWESOME!!!! WOW!!!!!! The gradual unravelling of his emotional state is just SOOO FUCKING GOOD WHWHAHHS

speaking of edgeworth, bc he made an appearance so early in the case (i wasnt expecting him to be here day 1), i had wondered what role he would be fulfill, since we already have our prosecutor franziska.... AND THEN SHE GOT SHOT?!?!? AND EDGEWORTH IS OUR PROSECUTOR AGAIN?!?!? the stakes increased like fucking crazy.... both trial days were so good, 2nd one is my fave for reasons ill state later but this first one was still good too, bc i truly wasnt sure whether my client was guilty or not.. usually theres a more likelier culprit or the game just straight up shows the actual killer, but this time around it was so woahh cuz like andrews was very obviously lying which conveniently frames her as the killer, but then like maya got kidnapped and why would she be kidnapped if engarde is innocent.. also the fact that we needed to wrap this trial up in One Day was STRESS and then towards the end suddenly WHAT andrews is saying she isnt guilty?!?! randomly accusing people of murder is actually.. a bad thing to do?!?!? (<- sarcasm ive been criticizing phoenix for this this entire time) but yeah i was legitimately blindsided by the fact tht andrews was saying she wasnt guilty, it rly was a wake-up call for me and mr. wright cuz in every past case, unraveling inconsistencies brought us to the truth, and here we did that again, but in the panic to free maya, we didnt make our assumptions as airtight as it possibly could be and we basically almost fucking... punished an innocent person which is. insane. more on this (wright's manner of defense getting criticized) later..

also i was worried that id have to use andrews' mental illness against her to save maya which wouldve been a terrible terrible thing to do. luckily edgeworth is way edgier than i ever thought he could be and like a goddamn bastard he revealed her illness to everyone so i didnt have to. and yes towards the end that helps everyone including andrews, but at the time that was fucking FUCKEDDD up of him. my god. another note abt edgeworth, my memory is imperfect so maybe this isnt true at all, but in this trial it really did feel like edgeworth had changed a lot. like he actually gave wright multiple turns to speak, didnt rush the verdict, and when he saw wright's panic, he actually helped to prolong the trial..... like omg. hes no longer a von karma!!! THAT IS EPIC!!! but yes first trial day was crazily amazing, and when it ended with a new sprite of phoenix with his head in his hands that was really :((((( like that actually surprised tf out of me and made me so sad......

ok time to talk abt narumitsu. in this universe where every character behaves so over the top, more reigned-in and subtle emotional reactions tend to be much more striking and its bc of this reason that i find the interactions between wright and edgeworth to be soo compelling.. like its hard to explain cuz these guys do have their dramatic af moments, what with the way they are in court + faking suicide + phoenix's outburst, but their interactions are still grounded in a degree of subtlety, they dont have emotionally charged shouting matches or weep openly or whatever, and when they do lose composure, theres a gradual build-up to it. what im basically saying is that im a huge fan of the restraint in their relationship, i think it makes for an extremely interesting and enticing dynamic and their interactions in this last case was just so so good bc of this, phoenix is clearly still angry yet edgeworth is clearly trying to help him, and even tho hes still pissed wright accepts his help bc they are adults who have a job to do and its only towards the very end do they properly air out their feelings like Yesssss i love this. also!! i really liked how their roles have swapped around in this game, in the first game phoenix was saving edgeworth; he helped him realize the errors of his ways and later defended him when edgeworth was on trial, and now in this game edgeworth is returning the favor, and is making phoenix realize the error of HIS ways and is helping him to save maya... like that is GROWTH!!! and of course the way their rejection towards one another has swapped too, first game had edgeworth rejecting us and putting us down cuz we're rookies, and this time around wright is the one rejecting edgeworth cuz he thinks hes still a petty perfection-driven lawyer. but they still manage to bypass these presumptions and save one another. it came back full circle in such a great way that im like so satisfied with it to a point tht im curious if edgeworth will even do anything in the next game bc like is there anything more to be said and done??

moving on, 2nd trial is easily my favorite trial so far bc of how its such a subversion of everything ive came to expect from these trials, mia's wisdom of believing in your client no longer holds steadfast but i cant just out my client cuz 1.) i am a goddamn defense attorney and 2.) maya's life is being held ransom. and also like we have to prolong this trial for as long as possible so the cops can search for maya but we also cant just throw shit around and get penalties, we have to defend our client who we know is guilty but we cant defend him TOO well or andrews is going to the fucking gallows, god andrews... when i accused her AGAIN i prayed that she would beat the fuck out of me and edgeworth after the trial bc this poor innocent woman.. we have been putting her thru hell. and also like god wright's and edgeworth's roles has essentially been swapped around w the way i have to accuse an innocent person and edgeworth has to be the one to protect her like its CRAZY!!!! its mind games on mind games on mind games and everything is topsy turvy and so intense and still manages to be funny with phoenix throwing the phone across the goddamn courtroom but also sad with him breaking down towards the end and the TENSION with waiting for gumshoe to arrive with the evidence and FRANZISKA VON KARMA SAVING THE DAY like this last case was a such masterclass in pacing, every fucking beat just hit so precisely it was SUCH a good experience... WOAHHHH!!!

and ofc ive mentioned this already but seriously this case touched on everything i had wanted this series to touch on its like it read my mind or something hello....

like theres almost nothing i need to add on bc this case practically spelled everything out omg. throughout these past 2 games ive been giving phoenix shit for just randomly accusing witnesses of being perpetrators, and like i get it this is what phoenix has to do, bc he lives in a world where the justice system is so fucked up that people get accused w the filmiest of evidence and phoenix really does need to find the actual perpetrator to free his client, i get it. but in doing so we run the risk of accusing another innocent person of something they didnt do, bc a lot of the time we're accusing these people without decisive evidence. and thats what nearly happened in this case with ms andrews, she was innocent but we almost damned her for something she didnt do, which is greatly ironic considering that a large reason why phoenix became a lawyer was bc he was saved from a false conviction (a class trial, but still).

and the reason phoenix does this (this = somewhat baselessly accusing others of being guilty), is bc of what mia had taught him: to believe in your client. because our client is innocent, another party must be guilty. this is how we've handled every case so far. so during this engarde case, where we learn that our client actually is guilty, and phoenix starts to lose his mind… edgeworth tells wright his most vital lesson yet: that they are not heroes, they are lawyers.

brief mini tangent b4 i circle back to this idea of being a lawyer rather than a hero: while i was wrapping up that miserable experience of a third case, i was wondering to myself what the overarching message of this game would be. the only thing thts really been tying these past three cases together have been edgeworth's disappearance, compared to the first game which hinted at narumitsu's shared backstory + dl-6 which it then had its climax with. so obviously edgeworth will play a big role in this last case… but then what? what is he going to do? what message will he deliver? i didnt have a clue, and then the final case rolled in and the overarching message it delivered was this: being a lawyer isnt about saving people, nor is it about being a hero. this is why mia's belief of 'believing in your client' falls short, bc simply 'saving' someone bc u believe in their innocence isnt enough. otherwise, this would mean that those that we believe are guilty arent deserving of a defense, which is why wright was so conflicted upon learning of his client's crime. but this isnt what being a lawyer is about, instead its as edgeworth had said;

what it means to be a lawyer is to defend/prosecute to the best of your ability, regardless of your whether you believe the defendant is guilty or not. it means to have faith in the opposing party, and that if your claim is a false one, said opposing party will expose the faults in your claim. and as to whether the defendant is truly guilty or not, that can only be decided once both prosecution and defense have unveiled the truth together. this is what it means to have a fair trial, what it means to be a lawyer: it is about having faith in the ability of the opposing party, it's about being able to trust others. this is what edgeworth had learned in the year tht he's been gone, and is now here to teach to phoenix.

in this last case, wright finally learns what it fucking means to be a goddamn lawyer, what it really means to be a defense attorney. wright is able to defend engarde, despite knowing that he is guilty, bc he has faith in edgeworth's prosecuting abilities. it is thru their trust in one another that they were able to prolong the trial long enough for franziska to arrive with decisive evidence. as a lawyer, wright must be capable of defending even those who he believe may be criminals, bc a proper defense, fair trials, and justice, isnt something that can just be cherry-picked and handed out to select individuals. true justice is something that everyone deserves. justice… is.. for all…

JUSTICE FOR ALL!!!!!

this, of course, can only happen in a fair and just world, where neither defense or prosecution is corrupt with say, forged evidence and fabricated testimonies or whatever, and an unbiased judge. this world is clearly not ace attorney's world, nor is it our non-fictional world. but i still find it so remarkable that in this fictional world where the judicial system has been perverted nearly beyond recognition, these characters were still able to deliver this semblance of truth, and illustrate the purpose, function, and importance of a fair trial. i really do love it when stories use exaggerated and absurd environments to convey messages which are deeply relevant to our own world. and i find it especially neat how in the first game, it was the prosecutors who were being scrutinized; von karma's and lana skye's fabrications being brought to light, with edgeworth closely trailing behind the footsteps of these two. but this time around its the defense being scrutinized, with both phoenix's and mia's unwillingness to properly defend engarde coming back to bite them several times.

another neat thing is that i really like this dialogue from mia after the trial ends:

which is her referring to whichever choice we made right before franziska saved the day; either securing the non guilty verdict, or claiming that engarde is guilty. i was very happy to learn that mia says this regardless of which choice you pick, bc neither options are necessarily incorrect. if you say engarde is guilty, it means that being a lawyer means to believe in your own convictions and moral compass. if you secure a not guilty verdict for instead, it means being a lawyer, a defense lawyer, is about defending your client to the best of your ability, regardless of ur own personal beliefs. both of these are admirable traits to have in a lawyer which is why either choice are praised equally…. THIS CASE IS SO GOODFJSDLJFK

some other final comments before i wrap this up: i was so relieved to see andrews smile at the end of everything T_T i think shes a subtle parallel to wright, edgeworth, and franziska, as all four of them have lost their mentors and are struggling bc of it. all 4 of them were dependent on their mentors to various degrees, but by the end of the case, they are able to extract themselves from their mentors' shadows, and are able to forge a new path for themselves. wright learns that theres more to being an attorney than believing in one's client, edgeworth and franziska put von karma's legacy of perfection behind them, and andrews learns to be comfortable with herself 🥲🧡 also gumshoe was such a real one in this case…. i am so sorry for previously cussing you out when u wouldnt give me evidence. through our time together you have become a friend to me <3

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A) anon, no, Crosby is a weak spot for recent fan girls. They go after younger single players. It has 0 to do with the quality or stardom of NHLer.

From my observation on social media the girls salivate from Zegras, Hirschier, Brady Thachouk and Nylander with Jack Hughes.

B) anon. Your self study about shortened offensive zone, a gap and also a target of fan girls Cole Makar.

C) anon I don't bother. She covers apparently All Stars Game in Florida so let's see her no baggy clothes but bikini and it will be in tune with an ice hockey. M has medical training her family and UK is weird regarding all mess or their government who will not Certainly win the elections and they start to sell out their health service and bankrupt the country with turning I'll children. Prince Harry's friend Mann's father collaborated with Margaret Thatcher's son on the coup and Marketa said that no Falklands War in the case of no offer by Thacher to sell the islands to Argentinian junta. It saved her actually from dismissal. Markle did a spread eagle with dell Zotto as a puckbunny boiler but at least ruling Windsor branch of Mountbattens are stupid enough and corrupted liars, with crazy gold diggas. That Camilla is a control freak like Markle and the power and fame linked with bedding royal idiots we not into their heads quickly, so they will lose them as non entities. At least Markle is quite pretty and American than old bag living in UK u class. I don't think Kate would survive without mother abroad and no way married into caste system before. Not pretty enough certainly not her sister but I said the Mountbattens are idiots with good diggas. Who does preach eco and flies from Scotland to Norfolk UK hoping on the helicopter each week? Visiting a church every Sunday for a photoshoot with a bedmate and both divorced, playing a head of his church but actually allowed to just St Something shrine in the bolt hole with the castle outside of Marketa's Sandringham estate where she can close her church or name a friar or ban a person to step at her land. So with Markle at Balmoral and Camilla. Who does work minimum based on just flashy parties with celebs and galas in stupid green dress for a green eco agenda in hard times? Two remaining gold diggas Camilla and Kate? Check how bad landlady is her ugly sister Pippa who got just a rich husband compared to Marketa as she kicked kaye with the Wisteria Hysteria Middleton sisters and their mother Bucket from her land and Carole Middleton's bs so Kate's pea sized brain and snobbery towards royal born beauty self made biz girl and her estate. That idiot hired a media lawyer for trust fund and real estate legal matter. We know a lot about Markle and sleazy uncle Andrew and old fart king lol. I just fear two old farts Viden and Trump run for next president but at least we have ok government than unskilled corrupted charlatans selling us to the highest bidder and up to Venezuela's destiny. Your baby face M is not just smart on ice hockey trends 9f game and system. Quite good and safe for UK as a pretty female royal with coding and IT to keep state secrets than being a honey trap but they monitor recent Tories and arrests ready for former Homeland female secretary. Fat political clown and some student operator who messed their health system and in charge of finances now. And PM. It's visible that her relatives on throne are useless imbeciles and these two gold diggas as patrons of semesters Kate and SAs Camilla are not capable to run it or run with SAS. Used for their own stupidity and ambitions as scapegoats to blame them. Harry's warmonger chums go after UK state army secrets to sell it as mercenaries, Markle is Russuan and all spy so that fat clown with his bedmate suffering with the same personality disorder like Markle. Meghan can't even spot the horse riding lol. She app fed Russians with her fabrications before they started to question her whether she sells misinformation or she is joking and Russians were told she is crazy believing to her own crap. Up to electric throne so all around her plus slut shaming of M and on VIP sex pervert list dell Zotto bedded her and moved on compared to this Mountbatten Windsor clown. I doubt he's even a prince and not a son of cavalry officers but his apparent father and brother with their add ons and a brother look similar vapid, stupid. Corrupted and lazy. I don't bother this and stupid question about Hossa's whirlpoo, flat cap,warmongers.

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the-chicken-or-the-banana · 3 years

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ok because AP tests are upon us and this is my only way of releasing all my stress, here's a short list of andreil study time hcs for your viewing pleasure

our boy andrew doesn't really have to study

neil on the other hand... actually needs to work to keep up his GPA

he's never really cared enough to study but now he has the foxes and exy and a future to lose so he might as well put in the effort to keep them

neil needs caffeine like he needs oxygen. the man cannot focus for shit without it

he'll down like three mugs of black coffee in the morning and be set for the day

andrew hates it but doesn't complain much as long as neil makes him some actually decent coffee too

(once, neil accidentally gave him the wrong mug and andrew didn't talk to him for the rest of the day)

when andrew does study or does homework, he hates studying in the library

he told nicky that it was because he's "allergic to books"

really, he just knows he'd get distracted and start reading william faulkner or jane austen instead of his textbooks

neil, however, loves the library

he can't study at all in the dorms; he needs to keep moving to new environments so he doesn't get bored by his surroundings

so neil and andrew don't study together half the time

which works out well considering the few times that they do, they tend to get more than a little... distracted

but if the library is closed or neil just doesn't have the energy to leave the dorm, he bullies andrew into helping him study instead of playing video games or reading

(neil gets a kiss for every question he gets right. andrew gets to look at a pretty guy for a few hours. it's a win-win situation)

mr. Neil draws-fox-paws-instead-of-doing-his-work Josten struggles with focusing on literally anything but exy and andrew

so he always ropes in one of the foxes as a "study-buddy" to hold him accountable while he's working

andrew and neil both like having noise-cancelling headphones on while they work, but this also means that people hold full-on conversations with them without realizing that they can't be heard

(also, because they're assholes, even when they can hear the other person, they just... don't respond.)

andrew is a pastel highlights guy. also he's weirdly possessive about his pens

neil just grabs the first mechanical pencil he sees (99% of the stationary he has isn't even his, he just found them laying around campus)

neil is also super disorganized. loose papers everywhere, he can never find anything. no matter how clean a place starts, it turns into a mess within 5 minutes of neil studying there

he also has food wrappers and crumbs everywhere because he constantly snacks while studying

andrew is surprisingly clean - he organizes everything by class and then color-codes everything (granted his memory helps so he doesn't have too many notes in the first place)

anyways, they both have their own methods of studying and it works for them

(aka andrew just vibes and neil frantically finishes all his work 3 hours before it's due)

ok yeah that's all i got right now, my brain is fried and i actually have to study now, pray for me 😔

#i'm really calling myself out with this one #basically i'm using andreil studying as a way to motivate myself rn 😭#i hate the collegeboard #pls give me a 5 #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil headcanon #andreil hc #palmetto state university #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #tkm #the king's men

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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🍬🍭CHILDHOOD GAMES🍭🍬

Prompt: This was a request from the lovely Akiko @akiko-tanaka . The request is: “The reader is bored and asks Drew to play hide and seek with her, followed by some smut” There ya go my love, I hope you’ll like it 🥰

Word Count: Long

Pairings: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: + 18, smut, DDLG, rough sex, oral sex (female), cursing, ejaculation(mouth).

Tag: @blondekel77 , @jibbles26 , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan , @drew-is-boo , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic

Notes: We love some daddy Drewy in here 🤤Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“What was your favorite play as a child?” I boredly ask Drew as I steal some popcorn out of his bowl

“Cops and robbers, you little thief! That’s my popcorn” He laughs, pinning me down on the sofa and begins a biting attack to the nape of my neck

“NO” I scream “Drew, please...don’t” I was laughing so hysterically that I couldn’t even form sentences.

He let me go and returned to his seat on the sofa.

“So unfair of you to do that!” I pretend annoyance

“That’s what you get for being a little thief” He winks at me and we both laugh

“What was your favorite play, love?”

“I loved hide and seek. I always won, nobody could ever find me, they all got so pissed!” I laugh

“Really? I could find you” He smirks

“No, you couldn’t! They never did, why would you?” I challenge him

“Because I’m not a little boy, love. I could trick you out of your hiding place like this” He snaps his fingers

“I doubt that” I huffed

“Wanna bet?” He holds back a laugh

I narrowed my eyes “Oh, it is on Scotsman! Bring it!” I got up from the sofa

He laughed “Ok, love. But outside is off limits, you’ll have to stay in”

“Deal! Good luck on TRYING to win” I say as he covers his eyes

“Oh, I AM gonna win sweetheart! One, two..” With that I ran as fast as I could to find my perfect hiding spot

I knew he would count to 30, so I fastly found a hiding spot on the back of our bedroom wardrobe, you couldn’t see me unless you put your head on the crook between the wall and the wardrobe.

I heard Drew’s heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, my heart was pounding on my ears from both excitement and fear of getting caught, I didn’t want to lose this game. It has been my childhood pride, damn it!

I heard him passing by the door, going straight down the hallway to the guest bedroom and suddenly everything stopped.

I couldn’t hear his footsteps around the house anymore, only my heavy breathing could be heard. I was starting to feel a little nervous to not hear any sounds besides my own, the wardrobe in front of me making me feel slightly claustrophobic.

I step out of my hiding spot “Drew?” I call

When silence was the only response I got, fear took ahold of me.

“Drew? Stop it, it’s not funny!” I yelled, now completely scared as I go down the hallway

“Andrew! I’m serious damn it, you’re scaring me” My voice is trembling

I pass through the guest bedroom door when suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind

“Found ya!” He whispered in my ear

“Let me go, asshole!” I screamed, my heart frantically pounding

“I told you I could trick you out of your hiding place. C’mon, don’t be such a sore loser Y/N” He laughs as he pins me down on the ground, his body hovering mine

“Fuck off, you jerk! It’s not about losing, is about me almost shitting in my pants because I thought something bad happened to you!” He leans down towards me “Don’t you dare try to kiss me, fucker! I could so punch your face right now Andrew!” I huffed

“Andrew? You’re that mad at me, huh?” He chuckled and pinned my wrists to the side of my hips “I bet I can make you call me Drewy again in less than 15 seconds” He smirks

“How? By giving me another heart attack?” I mocked

“No” He gets closer to my ear “By eating your pussy the way I know you love it” He whispers

His words working like a spell on me

“Do you want that Y/N?” He rubs his bearded cheek to the side of my face “Do you want daddy to make you feel better?”

And there it was, the magic word, the one who could always turn my legs into jello

“Please daddy, I do” I panted

He kissed me roughly as his hands slide off my panties, pulled my flowy summer skirt up to my hips and broke our kiss to bury his face in between my legs.

Now this man, has the Devil’s tongue! Not only because he’s good with his words but also because he has amazing pussy eating skills. Once he eats you out, you’re gone for good, my dear. You will never in your life want any other man but him.

I softly moan making Drew look up at me, smirking while he slides two fingers inside my core as his thumb works teasing circles on my clit.

“Aren’t you happy that daddy found you, princess?” He whispers against my thigh

I nod and he continues “Aren’t you glad that daddy’s home to make his little girl happy by giving her everything she wants and just the way she needs?” He curls his fingers inside of me, rubbing against my g-spot

“Oh daddy, fuck...feels so good!” I whined “Daddy’s so good to me” I babble

“That’s because you are such a good girl for daddy, love. Tell me what you want, tell daddy what his princess needs?” He coos

“I need you inside of me. I want daddy’s cock to stretch me up” I mumbled

Drew stands up on his knees placing the two fingers that were inside of me upon my lips

“Suck it baby, taste what daddy does to you” His once blue eyes are now dark with lust as I suck his fingers clean, humming in pleasure.

“Is this what you want?” He asks, stroking his length, inches away from my mound

“Yes, daddy” I faintly answered

“How does a good girl asks for it, my love?” His grip on his cock becomes stronger

“Please daddy, can I have your cock buried deep inside my pussy?” I innocently said

“That’s my princess” He praises “Tell daddy if it gets too much, ok?” He caresses my cheek

“Ok”

Without further notice he entered me deeply, followed by a consistent growing rhythm of hard pounding

“Daddy..harder, please fuck me harder” I moan

Drew grunts, holding my hips vigorously in place against the hardwood floor as his pounding pace increased.

The mixture between the merciless fucking and the pain of the hardwood floor against my lower back had an addictive bittersweet feel to it.

“There it is” Drew laughs “That beautiful face you make every time you’re about to cum”

I moan in response

“Does it feel good when daddy mercilessly pounds your pussy, princess?”

“So good, daddy...so fucking good” I whispered

“Is daddy’s little princess gonna cum all over his cock?” He bites my lower lip

“Can I daddy? Please?” I couldn’t hold back no more

“Yes baby, go. Let it all go for daddy” His pounding increases to a inhumanly fast pace.

My vision is still blurry from the orgasm spasms, when I hear

“Open your mouth, princess” Drew desperately says

I obliged and soon after I felt hot spurs of cum on my tongue. I gave small little kitten licks on his cock’s head, cleaning him up.

I look into Drew’s eyes, swallowing his seed and gave him a soft smile

“Thank you daddy” I purr

He lightly chuckled in amusement “It’s quite scary how you can be so sweet and innocent but at the same time such a ravishing demoness”

“It’s a gift” I smirked

“Yes it is” He laughs

“What’s wrong Drewy?” I asked when a flash of doubt crossed his eyes

“I’ve been thinking about something” He says as he pulls my skirt back down, smoothing it with his palms.

“What is it?”

“I was thinking about whether you should be the cop or the robber, for our next play?” He deviously smirked

And I knew that this play date was far from over...

Please if you would like to, give me some feedback on this little story? Your thoughts are always appreciated by this little human here speaking 😉🥰😘

#drew mcintyre imagine #drew mcintyre smut #drew mcintyre fanfic #drew mcintyre x oc #drew mcintyre x reader #drew mcintyre one shot #drew galloway #drew mcintyre #wwe smut #wwe one shot #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #request #masochist writes

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Hi I wanted to say I love your little hope headcanons and fics, I was wondering could you do one where the reader is with Daniel and Andrew when they talk about accusing Mary and the reader explains that its Carver who should be blamed and Daniel yells at her along with the others and the reader runs off and gets attacked by her demon (burned demon), and she has the gun and maybe she tried to take her own life but the group stops her and they apologize and comfort her. You don't have to do it if you don't want to. And I hope you have a great day ♥️🧡💙🤍🖤🤎💛

Omg sure thing hun! Thank you so much for your kind words on my writing! ~ Enjoy 💕

TW: Suicidal Tendencies (Mentioned)

- You had a gut feeling the child was not responsible for the chaos from the moment you saw the interaction between her and the priest where she was trying to run away and hide from him

- You knew there was something wrong with him even prior to that incident

- You could see it in his eyes, read it in his body language and that bone chilling smile whenever he saw the people, the innocent people die at his command

- Unfortunately, no one else from your group saw it and they were all so determined that accusing the little girl Mary was the right move

- You were with Andrew and Daniel when you made your final attempt of convincing them, hoping that they’d finally believe you

- However, they - especially Daniel- weren’t having it

- “Ok Y/N, listen, I know you have a soft spot for children but don’t let it blind you to the more-than-obvious fact that this child is nothing but pure evil. Her games have caused the deaths of God knows how many people and you still wanna protect her?! There’s no fucking way!”

- The ever so calm Daniel losing his temper like this and on you of all people, you who have been his closest friend for the longest time, really hurt you

- Rightfully you decided to take some time away from the group in its entirety, deaf to their yells after you to get you to come back and alerting you of how bad the move you were making was

- You didn’t care though, you just needed to get away

- And while getting away from the safety of their companionship, you accidentally ran into the arms of danger

- More specifically, you came face-to-face with the monstrosity that was your demon

- The singed, charred body still attached to the stake it was burned on made you regret the foolish decision to wander off on your own

- Luckily though, you were in possession of the gun Andrew had found earlier and you were not at all hesitant about using it

- Managing to get the already slow demon at an even bigger disadvantage, you took off running, your entire life depending on how fast your legs could carry you

- And when you finally deemed it safe enough to stop to take a breath you were shaking

- It had all come crashing down on you, all the events and emotions of the night came back to haunt you and give you further turmoil you just couldn’t handle

- You had a feeling this was a permanent trauma you’d probably carry long after leaving this place

- Just the thought of that was unbearable

- You couldn’t imagine a life like that one

- And so you took out the gun with only two bullets left in it and pointed it’s barrel to your temple with a trembling hand

- And that’s when you heard it

- “Y/N don’t! Stop, don’t do it!”

- Before you could identify the voice, the gun was smacked out of your hand and you were enveloped in a tight embrace which you immediately recognized

- “Get that gun as far away from her as possible!” That was a different voice - Taylor’s voice, meaning the whole group had gathered around and came to your rescue

- “You scared me so badly, never do that again.” Daniel told you, head still resting on your shoulder but then he pulled away, “I’m so sorry about snapping at you like that. Turns out, you were right all along. But even if you weren’t, what I said and how I said it was in no way ok and I’m really sorry and I hope you can forgive me.”

- Of course you forgave him

- Not only is he your best friend but he also just saved your life and reminded you that you wouldn’t be dealing with that trauma alone when you’d leave this town and return to your every day life

- You’d have them, all five of them going through the same thing and they’ll help you cope with it

- Just like you’ll help them as much as you can

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letsjustayhere · 4 years

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Alright so let’s talk about hobbies

I was thinking about Kevin and how once he’s out of the nest and not less worried about the Moriyamas and maybe with some encouragement

he starts exploring different hobbies

Like basketball ball

mannnnn

That athletisism? That heigh? That footwork?

He’d kill it

And it’s a good workout too

So maybe some days when Andrew forces them to stop playing Exy for one goddamn minute

Kev decides to play a bit of pick up basketball idk I’m 4’11 I don’t even watch basketball

and bullies challenges bet you can’t do it Neil to joining him

And ofc Neil is no match

He runs and plays Exy and Kevin is almost a foot taller than him, he had no chance

So he gives up pretty easily and goes to sit with Andrew to enjoy the show

They love how tall Kev is tho they’d never admit it

And all that skin showing? They can finally watch him sweat out of that Exy gear

uh yes

And then I started thinking about strategies and all the games Neil and Kev would watch to learn moves and shit

Sooooo chess

Like duh, idk if anyone else has come up with this or even Nora in the EC that I don’t read b/c it’s so in character for him

He’d be so good at it b/c he’s good at every thing, my little obsessive bunny stratigum must have been drilled into his head at the Nest

And you know who else would be great at chess?

Andrew.

Andrew would be bomb at chess

And so they’d have quiet nights in playing chess in their free time while the others play video games

And Neil would get to take pictures of their thinking faces

That little furrow in kev’s brow that puts a little pout in his lips

Andrew’s face goes even more blank than usual when Kevin makes a perticularly interesting move

And maybe they have a board set up in the kitchen with a game that runs all week

They move pieces in between classes and practice

Sometimes Neil fucks with it ngl

They tug-of-war between 60-40 every other month but usually it’s about 50-50

I mean with all the fucking chess references in the book and no one plays chess???

Moving on cause this is getting long

and ofc we’ve seen Neil’s photography pop up in some fics

I just love it so muchhh

The idea of him deliberately making his own memories permanently

Realizing there are moments he wants to remember forever and allowing himself that

just. *tears up* yeah

Alright alright alright

Now Andrew and baking

finally something I have legitimate experience in to talk about

The precision, the satisfaction, the time

all of it

Whenever he gets angry

Those days he just can’t be touched

Neil and Kev have that outlet in Exy

But Exy is never going to mean the same thing to Andrew, it’s not going to be a safe space and it’s not going to bring that level of satisfaction

but baking???

Mannn yes! There is always a challenge in baking, no matter what you do

There is always going to be a new thing to try, a new recipe or technique or dish

It is always going to take your full attention

And the satisfaction of getting something perfect (on the first try, but especially on the second or third or fourth)

And he gets to eat them???

I can just see him getting into a rhythm in the kitchen, it’s so easy to block everything out and lose hours that way

ok, this is long so I’m gonna stop here

#aftg #andrew minyard #kevin day #kandreil #headcanon #neil josten #kandriel #hobbies #i love kevin day

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iwishiwasavampire · 4 years

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part II of my Kevin can’t sleep without andrew in the room with him headcanon (part I here)

they test every single possibility and discover that the in scale poster of andrew with knives + the night light so kevin can actually see it at night is the best solution

so neil print about 30 copies of the poster (keep 2 of them to himself) and give them to kevin so he can put one of them in his bedroom and use the rest when he has away games

everything is well for a while, BUT

Being propriety of the japanese mafia means that when someone offers a bunch of money to feature kevin on their magazine he nas no option, but to accept

so when an interior design magazine making a special feature on sport stars approaches kevin asking to photograph and interview him in his own house he accepts

now, kevin day can be an absolute nightmare for those who actually know him, but to exy fans he is nothing if not a king (or in his case queen)

and a king knows how important is his image, so he makes sure his house is pristine, his awards shining, framed signed jerseys without a single crease and his pictures on magazine covers, team photos and even a giant picture of him and his mom from when he was a chubby cheeked baby are perfectly aligned

he takes the sleep poster from the wall beside his bed and puts it inside his closet door, so he can just leave the closet door open to be able to see it when he goes to bed that day

when it’s time for the magazine crew to arrive everything is perfect, they put him in the make up chair, dressing him up and things like that, while the rest of the crew finds the best spots in the house to photograph

they take pictures of him without a shirt, but with an apron smiling while pretending to fry eggs

in a suit, looking thoughtful sitting beside his mom’s picture

in full exy gear in the garden, in orange speedos in the pool

all while the interviewer asks about his career plans, his dream team, his favorite food etc

the shoot takes hours and the last pictures are in his room, the sun is setting and the photograph wants to take a more intimate picture of him, so he has the ideia of putting kevin sitting in a armchair in the middle of his bedroom

everything is going great until the photographer tells someone from the crew to open the closet door, to help with the intimate vibe

kevin is so busy answering the interviewer questions that he doesn’t realize what happened until he starts to hear laughing coming from behind him, when he turns around every single crew person in the room is laughing

the crew was delighted with the poster and before kevin had time to freak out about it the photographer asks him if it’s ok to have the poster appearing in the pictures or if he preferred to leave it out

kevin was about to ask them to leave it out when the interviewer said: “oh man your fans are gonna love this, what’s the story behind it?”

and kevin sees a opportunity to improve his public persona so gives his best mischievous smile and says: “oh that’s my party poster, we used it when i have my friends over for some drinks and stuff”

which prompted the interviewer to ask: “use it for what?”

and him to respond: “oh only my party guests can know about it”

which is, of course, a lie. kevin never threw a party in his life and rarely has friends over

besides him 3 people knew about it: andrew and neil (for obvious reasons) and thea who hated so much she decided that she wouldn’t be visiting again so soon

a few weeks go by and the magazine is released

now

kevin knew his fans would lose their shit when they see the poster picture

and in fact they did, all sports news outlets wrote about it,

#kevinday #andrewminyard #knives #smolbean trended on twitter all around

everybody was speculating on how wild kevin’s parties must be and who was in his guest list?

the fox groupchat exploded with memes and screenshots of tweets about it

even andrew himself called him to ask: what the actual fuck???

neil found the whole thing so funny he actually logged into his twitter to tweet: andrew minyard is a smol bean

kevin expected the story to die down in a few weeks since the game season was about to start, what he didn’t anticipated was:

after the magazine, in every post game press conference the number one question for the players was:

“have you ever been invited to one of kevin day’s parties?”

but the thing is kevin day is the son of exy, the number one in the game

every player wants to have some kind of connection to him, to be associated with kevin is to be associated with exy success

so all around the country exy athletes are telling news outlets the wildest things about kevin’s parties and crazy stories about the poster

cut to andrew being asked about it after a game and looking directly into the camera, burping into the mic and saying: “i’ve never meet this kevin day guy in my life”

#andrew minyard #aftg hc #all for the game #kevin day #neil josten #today obssession is kevin day #im so sofry ive no self control #that all for today i swear #andreil #kandreil #sofia tries to write

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wholesomemendes · 4 years

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Fallen on Deaf Ears

Summary: You’re Shawn Mendes’ personal assistant which is all fun and games until feelings begin to change between the two of you. Words are said that could either ruin your friendship or help it grow into something more.

Author’s Note: Hi guys! This is my first attempt at writing for Shawn, but you have to start from somewhere. Anyways I hope you enjoy it! And please let me know what you think!

“You coming out with everyone tonight?”

The sound of a voice brought you back to reality, snapping your head up to be met with the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen. “Oh, um I don’t know, Shawn. I have a lot of emails to catch up on and I haven’t even started the calendar for May yet,” you responded, tearing your eyes away from where he was leaning on the door of the green room. After tonight’s show, you had sneaked away to the green room to finish up some work that was piling up lately, only after giving Shawn his celebratory hug of course. He didn’t have another show for 3 days, meaning the boys usually wanted to go out to drink, something they couldn’t do on a show night in order to preserve Shawn’s vocal chords. You honestly could go without the drinks, knowing you would have to stay mostly sober in order to take care of your giant man child. Even though you were off hours, being Shawn’s assistant meant there was never really an off time. If he needed something, he knew he could rely on you, either as an assistant or even a friend, and it went both ways. Although as much as you loved spending time with him, probably more than you would like to admit, you needed to catch up on the work that he had been distracting you from lately with his daily exploring.

“Pleaseeee,” Shawn borderline whined, “You have two days of doing absolutely nothing coming up, can’t you just do your work then?” The soft pitter-patter of footsteps got louder as he approached where you were sitting comfortably against the armrest of the couch, lifting your legs up to put them in his lap.

You peered at him over the top of your laptop, losing your focus for a second over the way the muscles in his arm were practically begging to rip open his shirt from the way he was leaning his head on his hand, “Becauseeeee I have a feeling someone is going to prevent me from doing said work on those next two days off. Would I be wrong in saying that?”

“I don’t prevent you from doing work!” he feigned offense, placing his large, tattooed hand over his heart. You glared at him again, earning a scoff from him, “I don’t!”

“Sure you don’t,” returning back to your work, you forwarded an email to Andrew about some radio interview in the next couple weeks before your laptop was pushed shut, almost pinching your fingers in the process. “Shawn!”

“Please come tonight,” he pleaded, giving you those puppy dog eyes he knew you couldn’t resist, “I don’t want to go if you don’t.”

Of course he was guilt tripping you. And you both knew he meant it when he said he wouldn’t go without you, the boy didn’t lie. You stood your ground, trying to act like his adorable face wasn’t breaking down your facade, “Fine, I’ll go, but don’t expect me to save you when you get so drunk you can’t stand.”

“I won’t I promise,” he smiled that genuine, happy smile that filled up his whole face before launching himself into your lap to hug you, “You won’t regret it.”

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You regretted coming. It was hours after midnight, your feet ached, the stench of sweaty, drunk people consumed your senses, and Shawn was no where to be found. After 2 hours and countless shots later, he transformed into the clingy, manchild that is drunk Shawn, meaning that you had to be on high alert to keep watch of him. But your bladder could only hold out for so long, which is how you found yourself in the present situation, aimlessly looking around for any signs of the tall, curly haired giant that had wandered off while you went to the bathroom for two minutes.

Just as you had almost given up hope, you felt a large hand wrap around your arm and a warm breath against your neck, feeling the presence of someone much bigger than yourself behind you. Before you could even think about trying to pull away, a familiar slurred voice filled your ears, “You know, you look awfully pretty tonight m’lady.” You let out a sigh of relief and turned to see the beautiful boy staring down at you with glazed eyes and a wide smile, a bright blush on his cheeks from the alcohol.

“You scared me,” you laughed, shaking your head, “Thought you were a stranger.”

“’M not a stranger,” Shawn responded, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, “You work for me, remember? You’re my girl right?” He placed his hands on your shoulders and stepped back so that he could extend his arms fully and scrutinize your face. His eyes scanned you up and down, finally settling on your face with a satisfied huff of approval, “Yeah, you’re my girl.”

He pulled you into his strong arms as you laughed, “I remember bubs, just couldn’t see you from behind me. You told me you would stay at the bar while I went to the bathroom.”

“I did?” he questioned, pulling back to look at your face, “Are you sure?”

“You did, what happened to that?”

“Got distracted or something,” he mumbled into your shoulder, “Don’t remember. I missed you.”

“Did you now?” you asked, ruffling your fingers through those curls you love so much, earning a muffled yes in response.

A few moments of silence passed, his body engulfing yours as the two of you stood in the middle of the crowded club, “You smell so good, honey. Wanna make you mine.”

Your heart stopped for a moment, heat rushing to your cheeks from his drunken slurs. “Shawn,” you cupped his face in your hands for him to look at you, “you’re drunk, we should go back to the hotel.”

“Will you come back with me?” he asked, silently pleading with you with those damn puppy dog eyes.

“Yes, my room is kinda connected to yours,” you laughed as his face lit up, mumbling something along the lines of “’M so lucky” under his breath. You called an Uber as he leaned his weight against you, stumbling out of the club for the night.

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“Come on, Bubs, just a couple more feet and then you can get to bed.” Getting Shawn in his bed at this state was near impossible, but on duty or not you weren’t going to leave him on the side of the road for tomorrow’s headlines to pick up. Finally collapsing on his bed, you started unbuttoning his dress shirt to get him ready for bed.

“Hey, hey! You can’t undress me, I have a girlfriend,” he protested, pushing your hands off him.

“Since when do you have a girlfriend, mister?” you raised a brow at him, watching as his eyes fought to stay open.

“I don’t. But there’s this really pretty girl that I wanna date and I don’t think she’d like it if you were taking off my clothes.”

“Oh really? What’s she like?” you tried to distract him as you continued to take off his shirt.

“She’s gorgeous, like a literal goddess and she’s got the most beautiful eyes that I just get lost in all the time. She’s also super smart, like I think she could be on Jeopardy she’s so smart. Did you know I’ve been on Jeopardy before? Well not on Jeopardy, but like as a question? I’m not smart enough to be on Jeopardy cause I’m not as smart as she is. But I also didn’t go to college like her cause I’m not smart enough for that, ‘s why I became a singer.” A chuckle left your lips at his little drunken slurs, allowing you to take off his shirt and begin on his shoes. “Oh, and my girl is also the kindest person in the entire world. She has the biggest heart and that’s saying a lot cause she’s teeny tiny. I can rest my head on her head when we’re standing, but it’s ok cause she’s cute. Really cute. And she also makes the best grilled cheese sandwiches when I ask her to come over in the middle of the night, and sometimes she gives me throat massages before or after my shows.”

Your hands still where they had begun to unbuckle his belt, his words making you realize just who this mystery girl he was talking about was. “Shawn, I work for you, we can’t date.”

“Wasn’t talking about you, was talking about my girl.”

“Mhm, this girl sure does sound a lot like me.”

He took your face in his hands and began to stare into your eyes, “You do look a lot like her. Are you her?”

“Yes, I’m her, Shawn and we can’t date,” you removed his hands from your face and turned back to his belt.

“Why not?” he asked hurt, his drunk mind not being able to comprehend why the girl of his dreams didn’t want to be with him.

“Because I’m your assistant, bubs, I work for you which means we can’t date,” a pleased sigh escaped your lips once he was finally left in his boxers and you began to stand up so that you could head back to your room for the night’s sleep you were looking forward to.

‘But I like you.”

“I like you too,” you told the curly haired boy with small smile. I love you your mind screamed, but your rational brain did what it did every day and told you it wasn’t possible.

“Then be my girlfriend,” he huffed, reaching out to take your hands and pull you between his legs.

You stared at his disappointed face, threading your fingers through his long curls you loved so much, “I can’t, bubs. Besides, you’re drunk right now. Let’s get you to bed, how does that sounds?”

“‘M not going without you,” pulling you into his arms, pressing his face into your stomach, “You’re not going anywhere.”

You sighed trying to push him away to no avail. What harm would one night do? It’s not like the two of you hadn’t shared a bed before. It wasn’t rare to find the two of you cuddled on a couch between interviews or as a result of a night out, bodies intertwined under the covers. Nothing ever happened, but a small part of you almost wished that it had, and that was the part aching to just hold him for one more night. “Ok, just let me grab one of your shirts to put on instead of this dress.”

Ruffling through his drawers, you found a spare t-shirt that you knew would end up looking like a dress on you, opting out of finding a pair of sweatpants. You slid out of your skin tight dress, sighing in relief at the feeling of being free of it. “Wow,” you snap your head at the sight of Shawn sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, a dopey smile on his face, “You’re really pretty.”

A soft blush creeps up onto your cheeks as you pull the shirt over your head and climb into bed next to him, “Thanks, you’re not that bad looking either, rockstar.”

He situates himself under the covers, maneuvering so that his arm was laid across your waist with his head on your chest, legs intertwined, “I love you.” His soft voice is almost incoherent in the night, but your ears pick it up in the silence. Your breath catches in your throat, and hearing his steady breathing gives you some courage, knowing the words will stumble on deaf ears. “Shawn?” you whisper. Nothing. Not even a hum. “I love you too.”

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Mornings meant consequences. The bright Miami sun filtered through the hotel windows, causing you to squint your eyes at the unpleasant light. A heavy weight was placed around your body and it felt like an absolute dream, causing you to close your eyes once again and bask in the feeling. That was until you felt a hot breath on your neck that made your senses wide awake. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but that only made his steel grip on you tighten. “Shawn,” you whispered, failing to move his arm. He hummed in response, pulling you closer to his partially covered body. “Shawn,” you said a bit louder, making him hum again, “wake up.”

“’M tired,” he mumbled into your hair, “Just wanna cuddle.” He pushed his body onto yours, his hips pressing into your lower body, causing you to freeze.

“Shawn get up,” you say quickly shoving him off you, much to his dismay. He covers his eyes with his arm as you sit upright, trying to process the past few moments.

“Stop yelling,” he whines, letting out a deep breath, “my head is pounding.”

“That’s what you get for recklessly drinking last night.”

“At least I’m not stuck up all the time and too worried about my job to let loose like someone else I know.”

“Excuse me,” you asked looking over at him, shocked and frankly hurt by his words. It wasn’t your fault that you didn’t have a perfect singing voice and good looks to be a multi-millionaire recording artist like him. Yes, you won’t deny that sometimes working for him just felt like hanging around an old friend, but at the end of the day you worked for him. It was work and whether he liked it or not, that’s how you had to treat it.

“Listen, I shouldn’t have said that,” he sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you really? Cause sometimes I think you do believe that.”

“No I don’t, I just-” rubbing a hand over his face in an attempt to open his eyes, he stares up at the ceiling, “Sometimes I wish you would just stop treating everything so professional all the time. I don’t understand why you can’t just enjoy something without worrying about your job.”

“You know what, Shawn, I take care of everything for you! I organize your schedules, I help you get ready for concerts, pack your bags, take care of you when you’re sick, I even help you when you’re drunk god knows where in the middle of the night because you want a ride home! And that’s just the tip of the iceberg! I know sometimes we act like we’re friends, Shawn, but this is my job. So no matter what happens between us, at the end of the day I’m getting paid to be here. That’s why I’m here. Not because I’m your friend.”

He watches as you stand up, grabbing your clothes from last night, leaving his heart to ache in his chest, “You don’t mean that.”

Before you turn the door handle to your room, you spare a glance at the broken man in his bed, your own heart weighing heavy knowing you’re the one that caused the pain on his face. “I’ll see you around Shawn.”

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Nothing could have prepared you for the tension that would have followed between you and Shawn. He didn’t speak to you for the next two days, unless he needed information on something, which usually resulted in an email or text from him even if he was only 5 feet away. You didn’t blame him. You knew your words hurt him and you wanted nothing more than to take away his pain and be there the way he wanted you to be. But you knew you couldn’t do it. You weren’t going to be Shawn Mendes’ personal assistant forever, and when it comes to finding a new job, you know that someone that had a relationship with their previous boss wasn’t exactly the type of person companies were lining up to hire. Besides, the bigger issue at hand was what would happen if it didn’t work out. How would things turn out? Job aside, you don’t think you could handle it if you lost Shawn. Nothing could be worse than this, you reasoned with yourself, but you couldn’t help but think that if the two of you broke up, there would be no way of getting your Shawn back. Then again you didn’t know how much longer you could take this.

Everyone in the team could tell something was wrong. The two of you went from an excessive amount of contact to absolutely nothing in a matter of 24 hours and no one could wrap their head around what happened. Neither one of you would talk about it and would brush someone off if they asked, so for the next week, there was a growing tension in the air. No talking between the two of you. No cuddles. No teasing. And no after show celebratory hugs.

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Day 8. 8 days without Shawn and you were starting to go insane. You missed him so much you were physically hurting on the inside and all you wanted was to melt in his arms while he held you tight to his chest. That’s what led you to knocking on his hotel room door in the middle of the night, knowing he would be awake. After not receiving a reply, you slowly opened the shared door that hadn’t been used for days and peered your head inside, finding him strumming his guitar on the hotel balcony. You stepped into the room, quietly shutting the door the best you could before making your way to where he was sitting, beautiful melodies flowing out of him. It was entrancing listening to him play, and from what you could make of his quiet singing, it was another beautiful love song being created in his mind. “I’m surprised you’re here,” his voice broke you out of your trance, “Thought we weren’t friends.”

“I came here to apologize, I feel terrible for what I said....and I missed you,” you confessed, watching your toe move around the cold concrete, the only thing grounding you right now. He stayed silent at this, continuing to move his fingers methodically on his guitar. “Its beautiful by the way,” he looked up at your words, your eyes meeting his for the first time tonight, “the song.”

He nodded, focusing his eyes on the strings once again, ”It’s about you. They all are.”

You sighed, slowly walking over and taking a seat next to him, “I’m sorry, Shawn, I really am. I didn’t mean what I said at all I just...I don’t know.”

“You know for someone who’s so smart you never seem to know anything when it comes to how you feel,” he quipped and you couldn’t blame him for acting bitter towards you.

“I know, and you can hate me all you want, but I can’t do this anymore. I miss you. I miss your little jokes and your cuddles and I really miss the look in your eyes before you hugged me after a show. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I want things to be back to normal so bad.” You couldn’t stop the small tear that fell from your eye and suddenly, as Shawn’s guitar playing stopped, the sounds of the cars in the streets never sounded so loud. You fiddled aimlessly with your hands, never looking up in fear of what you’d see on his face, “I like you a lot, Shawn, but I’m scared. I’m so scared because you’re you and I’m just me. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future and I’m terrified. Yes, I worry about how my career would be impacted if I dated my boss, but the main reason I’m so scared is because I can’t lose you.” At this point tears were flowing down your face and you placed your head in your hands, unable to stop them.

His hands were rough and calloused from years of playing guitar and a stark contrast to your smooth skin as he moved your hands away and cupped your face. The dark blue sky shined down on the two of you, and as you brought your eyes to his, you swore he was a god by the way the moonlight was glowing on his face. He smiled softly at you, his eyes holding such sincerity and truth in them, “Listen to me, I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future. Hell, I don’t even know what’s going to happen tomorrow. But what I do know for sure is that I need you by my side to get through it. I want you in anyway that you’ll give me, but I promise that if you give your heart to me, I won’t break it. And I don’t break my promises.”

“I know you don’t,” you let out a sad laugh before wiping your tears, causing Shawn to take your head in his hands again to wipe your tears, “I want to give you my heart, all of it.”

A smile broke out onto his face, making your heart glow just from seeing him happy, “Really?” You nodded and he brought your face closer to his, resting his forehead on yours. His eyes looked at your lips and you found yourself doing the same, longing for the feeling you had been dreaming about for years. “Can I kiss you?” You didn’t respond, instead leaning forward and connecting your lips.

You didn’t know if this was real or a dream. But there was no way that this could be a dream because it felt better than anything you could have ever imagined. His lips were soft against yours, which was no surprise given how obsessed he was with chapstick, and the feeling of it was enough to make you dizzy. When you finally pulled away he kept you close, afraid that if he let go, you would disappear, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” except this time, your words didn’t fall on deaf ears.

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foxgloveinspace · 4 years

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Andrew Minyard is ADHD:

I said I would only really write this if people were interested, but I lied, lol. WAIT One person liked the og post while I was typing this, so there's interest and it’s justified! Lol.

Ok, I’ve seen other posts talking about this, but some of them used some things that I didn’t agree with, so I’m gonna do my own.

I wanna set the preface of, if you see Andrew as ADHD, awesome! If you don’t, that's great too! In reality, this is all speculation, and self projecting, and my desire for actually good representation of ADHD characters that are not stereotypical, so if you see Andrew as something different, that is completely and totally a-okay.

-ADHD has three types, inattentive (formally known as ADD), hyperactive (previously just ADHD) and combined type. Some people prefer calling it Executive Function Disorder (EFD), because Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder describes how it affects people around ADHDers, more than it affects ADHDers. For the sake of this, I’m going to refer to it as ADHD, because it’s more commonly known, and it’s what I call it for myself. I also acknowledge that according to the timeline, Andrew would probably be diagnosed with ADD (if he ever got diagnosed, that is, which I don’t know if he would or not). Please keep all this information in mind.

Things that would be explained if Andrew was ADHD:

Instead of reason’s I think Andrew is adhd in canon, I mostly have thing’s I think could be explained if he was:

-Why he ‘hates’ exy:

This is a big reason in my mind, he is very insistent he doesn’t like exy and I can explain why he actually doesn’t with him being ADHD.

He started playing in juvie, as something to do, it’s a good way to completely clear his mind and concentrate on something that he is actually good at, which is instant gratification, it's something ADHDer’s experience a lot. It’s one of the main reasons ADHDer’s love video games (if your curious there are videos on youtube explaining this. I am ADHD and this is already overwhelming enough for me than trying to explain this as well).

Andrew only tries at exy when he is in the goal, otherwise he couldn’t give less of a fuck about it. He doesn’t care about stats of other teams, or watching other peoples games, it’s only interesting to him when he’s in the goal or when other people make bets/dares with him; “can you shut down the goal?” “pick a number” playing while coming down from his meds for a long period of time, things like that. Making it interesting, keeping himself engaged with it, is a big thing for him. Again, instant gratification. And also an explanation for why outside of the court, when people try to talk to him about the sport, he doesn’t care, he ‘hates’ it. Cause he does. He hates talking about, that doesn’t interest him. It’s boring and not what gives his brain satisfaction within the sport itself.

-Spending habits (TW: Not sure how to tag this tbh, but Andrew being prepared to die? I’ll put it in double parentheses, just incase):

((While I am of the firm belief that the number one reason that Andrew bought the first car is cause he completely wasn't expecting to live through the crash and then had no idea what to do with that amount of money when he wasn't expecting to live)), ADHD would also explain why he buys such expensive stuff. Again, it's instant gratification. It's like trying to tell yourself to wait for something you really want as an award. What's the point when you can have it now? He goes out and buys the most expensive cars he can cause it scratches that itch in his brain.

- Subcategory to spending, Daredevil:

It could also have to do with going fast. Most 'daredevils' are actually ADHDers. Going fast and doing daring things triggers chemicals in our brains, same as hyperfixations and instant gratification. In fact, that could also be a reason for sparing with Renee as well.

-Zoning out:

Ask any ADHDer about maladaptive daydreaming, and dissociating. Andrew has been known in canon to lose himself in thought a lot, and stare out in space for extended periods of time. This is very common with ADHD, and while it’s a small thing, it’s something I think about quite a bit, and so I included it.

-Loud Music:

Another way to drown out your own thoughts is to listen to music, and a lot of ADHDers like loud music. Andrew likes loud music while driving fast. This is very ADHD to me.

-His major:

I think this is something else that can be explained with ADHD, as a hyperfixation. Its not something he wants to do with his life, but it's something his brain lets him concentrate on, and therefore, something to do with his time in college, something he doesn't necessarily want to do, and is doing it out of necessity.

-His memory:

Something about adhd is that it is almost always paired with a different thing. Autism and dyslexia are the two most common. So his perfect memory would be something else neurodivergent that could be paired with his ADHD.

-Attachment issues/RSD:

Andrew keeps everyone at arm's length, and while this can be a part of his past, it can also be combined with RSD, or Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria. Which can mean any sort of negative attitude towards you can send you into a spiral. So Aaron not being understanding of their deal/promise and pushing him away would be devastating to him on a whole other level, one that feels right for how he acts in canon. But on the other hand he can't let go of Aaron because he is already attached to him.

Again with Nickey, he's someone that's been in his life for so long it would be devastating for him to just up and leave, especially to an eighteen year old. He would never tell him this, because of RSD, and if Nickey decided to leave despite that, it would have been very devastating to him and Nickey would have never been allowed back into his life, so that would be the number one reason for Andrew to get Nickey into college with him.

ADHDers are also very quick to get attached to people, something we see with Andrew is that once he has decided someone is 'his' he is unshakable in his loyalty.

I hate going into it, but that would be another reason for how he is with Cass, why he is so desperate to stay, despite what is happening in the back ground.

-Emotions:

I know Andrew has reasons for being emotionally distant, but when he feels emotions in canon, anger, he is quick to it, and feels it fully to the point he can't control it. It's very common in ADHD to have no control over how you react to your emotions unless you spend a lot of time doing it, like Andrew has.

-Long Weird Conversations:

The way he talks to Renee, and then Neil, where they jump around from subject to subject, with no discernable connection to the subjects. Like, that's stereotypical ADHD, but one that actually ADHDers relate to.

-Sensory things:

Things in canon that Andrew does/likes that scream sensory issues or stimming:

-Stimming:

Likes extreme foods (sweet and spicy things).

Has comfort objects (arm bands, while I know they were to hide his scars, I feel like the fact that they don't bug him even in extreme weather is a major factor in them being a weighted stim for him).

Smoking (I don't know how to describe how this is a stim for Andrew, but it is?).

-Sensory Issues (I know most of these have canon reasons, but I wanna say they could be heightened by ADHD, so keep that in mind):

Not eating around other people/eating in small bites. (Hating food textures is a common thing for ADHDer’s).

Being a light sleeper/taking forever to fall asleep. (Brain won't shut off/be quiet).

Wanting a routine but simultaneously hating it. (His love/hate relationship with exy. He never complains about getting up for practice, that Neil mentions, but is constantly hating how repetitive it is. Going to Eden's almost every Friday, where it's the same place but different every time without being too different.)

That's all that I can think of right now. I tried to not mention anything that happened while Andrew was on medication, so the whole 'keep my attention' doesn't really count in my opinion.

Thank you for reading, and maybe I might come back to this and add more someday, but for now it's finished.

In conclusion: Andrew being ADHD makes a lot of sense within canon.

#Andrew Minyard #tfc #aftg #adhd stuff #in this essay i will

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kenyo-san · 3 years

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While I can't understand much, I still encourage anyone to vent. I don't want anyone else bottling up their problems- I don't think I give the best advice, though I still try. I just shower them with love and affection! Other than that, I'd say I'm really forgetful and my attention span is as small as an ant. I get distracted so easily istg- Ok that's all! Sorry if my English is bad, it's not my first language! I really hope you have a nice day and that you stay safe! ♥ (3|3★)

You have a nice day too! Anyway I hope I did well one these! <3

(1/2): Patricia

She loves you with all her heart

Patricia will always save you no matter what

She’ll let you know that she loves you everyday and night

Often finds herself ranting to a few others that she’s comfortable with about you.

When you say stuff about bottling up feelings she’ll get up and hug you with no hesitation

“You can talk to me, you know that right, my love?”

If you ask she’ll tell you about what she does and even tries to show you

(It doesn’t work and you had to go to Emily after)

She tends to wake up in the middle of the night only to see you peacefully sleeping so she just smiles and grabs a book before soon falling asleep

Dates are usually very chill

She loves to just take a walk around Emma’s garden and hold your hand.

“I’ll always love you..my love.”

(2/2): Andrew

You both have a lot in common

So when you say you bottle up your feelings he’ll just nod and say so does he...but then say that you can always talk to him

He’s done horrible stuff so he’s afraid of losing you so he’ll be by your side 24/7 if he trusts you enough he’ll try to hold your hand

Andy really likes just stargazing with you

Tells you about different things he’s done as a grave keeper and how it’s like

You both like ranting to each other because well you love each other

I head cannon he like gardening with Emma so every once in a while you both go help Emma

He dances with you in your room

He knows how to dance kinda- I mean he try’s because he’s very nervous

During games he’ll try and protect you as much as possible

He’ll draw a heart In the ground for you if he has time

Waits for you at the exit gate no matter what.

Please don’t complement him he’ll get angry

Also don’t think he’s the soft baby everyone thinks he is...he’s not

He has a little bit of a tendency to be mean to you without even knowing but immediately apologizes

“I love you...”

#kenyo’s match ups #idv x reader #andrew kreiss #patricia #idv enchantress

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Welllp These Are Books: the March 2021 Edition

There aren’t even any pictures! Except in that one book where there were pictures! It was weird! This was a weird book month! Back at it again with thoughts and opinions about a whole mess of books that no one explicitly asked for, but I’ve got lots of thoughts and opinions and they only count if I share them on the internet. Seriously, someone let me go to a baseball game soon. Obligatory warning for spoilers and vaguely unhinged rants under the cut. As always, feel free to come tell me what else I should be reading at literally any time ever.

Best Book of the Month Honors Goes to This Book, Even Though They Called It Halftime at a Hockey Game. A Hockey Game!

The Dating Plan by Sara Desai

Daisy Patel is a software engineer who understands lists and logic better than bosses and boyfriends. With her life all planned out, and no interest in love, the one thing she can't give her family is the marriage they expect. Left with few options, she asks her childhood crush to be her decoy fiancé. Liam Murphy is a venture capitalist with something to prove. When he learns that his inheritance is contingent on being married, he realizes his best friend's little sister has the perfect solution to his problem. A marriage of convenience will get Daisy's matchmaking relatives off her back and fulfill the terms of his late grandfather's will. If only he hadn’t broken her tender teenage heart nine years ago… Sparks fly when Daisy and Liam go on a series of dates to legitimize their fake relationship. Too late, they realize that very little is convenient about their arrangement. History and chemistry aren't about to follow the rules of this engagement.

— Ok, it’s important to know that I really did love this book. It hit all my trope-wants. Childhood friends, incredibly stupid misunderstandings, pining, seriously God the pining, fake engagement, BANTER. It was all going great. I was occasionally swooning. They kept making out! And then! THEN. They went to a hockey game. On a date. A fake date. Cool, cool, cool. All tropes, all the time right? Not so fast, internet! Because these self-proclaimed Sharks SUPER FANS referred to intermission as “halftime was coming up.” Halftime! At a hockey game! That’s—that’s not how hockey works! If this hadn’t been “traditionally” published, I probably could have let it slide. But that was not the case. This was a “real” book with, I can only assume, real editors. All of whom saw the words halftime and hockey near each other and we’re like YEAH, PRINT THAT SHIT. I read that at nearly one in the morning and seriously considered waking Justin up to be like CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS IS IN A REAL BOOK? Anyway, it was still real cute. Everyone lived happily ever after. It made want to eat samosas.

This Book Had Pictures, It Was Weird

Clean Sweep by Ilona Andrews

On the outside, Dina Demille is the epitome of normal. She runs a quaint Victorian Bed and Breakfast in a small Texas town, owns a Shih Tzu named Beast, and is a perfect neighbor, whose biggest problem should be what to serve her guests for breakfast. But Dina is...different: Her broom is a deadly weapon; her Inn is magic and thinks for itself. Meant to be a lodging for otherworldly visitors, the only permanent guest is a retired Galactic aristocrat who can’t leave the grounds because she’s responsible for the deaths of millions and someone might shoot her on sight. Under the circumstances, "normal" is a bit of a stretch for Dina.

And now, something with wicked claws and deepwater teeth has begun to hunt at night...Feeling responsible for her neighbors, Dina decides to get involved. Before long, she has to juggle dealing with the annoyingly attractive, ex-military, new neighbor, Sean Evans—an alpha-strain werewolf—and the equally arresting cosmic vampire soldier, Arland, while trying to keep her inn and its guests safe. But the enemy she’s facing is unlike anything she’s ever encountered before. It’s smart, vicious, and lethal, and putting herself between this creature and her neighbors might just cost her everything.

— So, Ilona Andrews is a name that keeps coming up because when I borrow a book from the library I have to go through Kindle and Amazon is like...here are some other absurd fantasy romances you’d enjoy. Also, one of her other series had been recc’ed to me. Only problem? The first book in that series is the only book in that series not available at my library. So, I was like, ok, I’ll start this one instead. It was...weird. Honestly, it felt like I’d been dropped in the middle of the story and the narrator was like, well why don’t you already know what’s going on? In theory the world building was cool. (I was not expecting alien werewolves, lemme tell you that!) But also it all felt very rushed and the end just sorta happened.

In Which I Continue to Love “Same Verse” Books & No One Else Had Sex in the Port Jeff High School Dugout. For Which I Was Grateful

Love Her or Lose Her by Tessa Bailey

Rosie and Dominic Vega are the perfect couple: high school sweethearts, best friends, madly in love. Well, they used to be anyway. Now Rosie’s lucky to get a caveman grunt from the ex-soldier every time she walks in the door. Dom is faithful and a great provider, but the man she fell in love with ten years ago is nowhere to be found. When her girlfriends encourage Rosie to demand more out of life and pursue her dream of opening a restaurant, she decides to demand more out of love, too. Three words: marriage boot camp.

Never in a million years did Rosie believe her stoic, too-manly-to-emote husband would actually agree to relationship rehab with a weed-smoking hippie. Dom talking about feelings? Sitting on pillows? Communing with nature? Learning love languages? Nope. But to her surprise, he’s all in, and it forces her to admit her own role in their cracked foundation. As they complete one ridiculous—yet surprisingly helpful—assignment after another, their remodeled relationship gets stronger than ever. Except just as they’re getting back on track, Rosie discovers Dom has a secret... and it could demolish everything.

— Listen, one of my absolutely favorite tropes that I do not think gets enough love in the world is COMMITTED LONG-LASTING RELATIONSHIPS. And, like, ok, sure the premise of this was that they were separating in that long-lasting relationship. But no one really believed that, did they? Rosie and Dominic were real cute and their banter was good and I wasn’t totally skeeved out when they literally fucked on the kitchen floor. So, I think that’s saying something. Also, also! I seriously appreciated the realism of this book because no one on Long Island would ever call Manhattan Manhattan. It’s the city. Every other borough gets a name, but Manhattan is just the city and I nearly cheered when they said that. But also, no one’s taking a cab from Port Jeff to the Meatpacking District. You know what that would cost? God.

Tools of Engagement by Tessa Bailey

Hair, makeup, clothing, decor... everything in Bethany Castle's world is organized, planned, and styled to perfection. Which is why the homes she designs for her family's real estate business are the most coveted in town. The only thing not perfect? Her track record with men. She's on a dating hiatus and after helping her friends achieve their dreams, Bethany finally has time to focus on her own: flip a house, from framework to furnishings, all by herself. Except her older brother runs the company and refuses to take her seriously.

When a television producer gets wind of the Castle sibling rivalry, they’re invited on Flip Off, a competition to see who can do the best renovation. Bethany wants bragging rights, but she needs a crew and the only member of her brother's construction team willing to jump ship is Wes Daniels, the new guy in town. His Texas drawl and handsome face got under Bethany's skin on day one, and the last thing she needs is some cocky young cowboy in her way.

As the race to renovate heats up, Wes and Bethany are forced into close quarters, trading barbs and biting banter as they remodel the ugliest house on the block. It's a labor of love, hate, and everything in between, and soon sparks are flying. But Bethany's perfectly structured life is one kiss away from going up in smoke and she knows falling for a guy like Wes would be a flipping disaster.

— It should first be noted that in the three books of this series, I could not and cannot understand why Bethany’s brother was such a monumental dick. He was just...he was a dick. His marriage was awful. How long was his wife pregnant without him knowing???? I digress. This continued to be cute, Bethany was a legit heroine as far as those rom-com things go, Wes was very Texas and that got a little over the top, but they had sex in a bed like normal people so that helped. Oh, except that one time on the construction site. Whatever, this book was cute. This whole series was cute, really, and I was a big fan of the happy little wrap-everything-up with a bow ending.

Romance That Happens In Point Two Seconds Is...Unbelievable

Too Hot to Handle by Tessa Bailey

The road trip was definitely a bad idea. Having already flambéed her culinary career beyond recognition, Rita Clarkson is now stranded in God-Knows-Where, New Mexico, with a busted-ass car and her three temperamental siblings, who she hasn't seen in years. When rescue shows up---six-feet-plus of hot, charming sex on a motorcycle---Rita's pretty certain she's gone from the frying pan right into the fire . . . Jasper Ellis has a bad boy reputation in this town, and he loathes it. The moment he sees Rita, though, Jasper knows he's about to be sorely tempted. There's something real between them. Something raw. And Jasper has only a few days to show Rita that he isn't just for tonight---he's forever.

— For as much as I loved the Port Jeff series by my new pal Tessa, this one was...oof. Too much, guys. Too much. Fucking in trucks. Fucking in back offices. The whole book lasted, like, three days. And keep in mind this is coming from someone who has written like two million words about Killian Jones, self-loathing champ 250 years running, but Jasper’s self-loathing was a little over the top. Like, let’s not objectify dudes, but also...I don’t know guys. Maybe the other books in the series are better? I was mostly just annoyed by Rita.

What the Hell Happened at the End of This Book?? Seriously, I Have No Idea

The Queen’s Assassin by Melissa de la Cruz

Caledon Holt is the kingdom's deadliest weapon. No one alive can best him in speed, strength, or brains, which is why he's the Hearthstone Guild's most dangerous member. Cal is also the Queen's Assassin, bound to her by magic and unable to leave her service until the task she's set for him is fulfilled. Shadow of the Honey Glade has been training all her life to join the Guild, hoping that one day she'll become an assassin as feared and revered as Cal. But Shadow's mother and aunts expect her to serve the crown as a lady of the Renovian Court. When a surprise attack brings Shadow and Cal together, they're forced to team up as assassin and apprentice. Even though Shadow's life belongs to the court and Cal's belongs to the queen, they cannot deny their attraction to each other. But now, with war on the horizon and true love at risk, Shadow and Cal will uncover a shocking web of lies that will change their paths forever.

—WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED AT THE END OF THIS BOOK??? I figured out the so-called twist like...two chapters in. Fine, ok, whatever. It’s YA, this is not rocket science and I was interested enough in Cale and Shadow to see how it all played out. Only it didn’t really play out! Because the whole end was just this like four chapter retcon of basically EVERYTHING ELSE THAT HAPPENED and I genuinely could not believe it was happening. It didn’t make sense?!? Like with the plot? Also, spoiler, good thing Shadow and the other king haven’t consummated their marriage yet since she and Cale totally fucked after her wedding? What is YA? Why is Amazon telling me this is a Teacher’s Pick? Why hasn’t my hold come through on the sequel yet so I know what happens next?

Low-Stakes Romance Was Real Boring and All The People Were Boring In It

The Ten Rules for Faking It by Sophie Sullivan

As birthdays go, this year’s for radio producer Everly Dean hit rock-bottom. Worse than the “tonsillectomy birthday.” Worse than the birthday her parents decided to split (the first time). But catching your boyfriend cheating on you with his assistant? Even clichés sting. But this is Everly’s year! She won’t let her anxiety hold her back. She’ll pitch her podcast idea to her boss. There’s just one problem. Her boss, Chris, is very cute. (Of course). Also, he's extremely distant (which means he hates her, right? Or is that the anxiety talking)? And, Stacey the DJ didn’t mute the mic during Everly’s rant about Simon the Snake (syn: Cheating Ex). That’s three problems. Suddenly, people are lining up to date her, Bachelorette-style, fans are voting (Reminder: never leave house again), and her interest in Chris might be a two-way street. It’s a lot for a woman who could gold medal in people-avoidance. She’s going to have to fake it ‘till she makes it to get through all of this. Perhaps she’ll make a list: The Ten Rules for Faking It.

— I am a broken record. Shouting. From the highest hilltop. Just because you think someone is cute when you’re technically not supposed to be dating them does not mean you get to be anything less than nice around them! It’s not cute! And part two, which often goes with part one: rom com dudes have GOT to stop lying or hiding or otherwise avoiding telling people who they really are. It’s a convoluted, passably lazy way of writing and dropping a third-act bomb on the story. Don’t do it. Stop doing it. We’ve moved past the need for hidden identities. Unless he’s, like, a spy or something. Um...this was a weird book. I know Everly had anxiety and that became a PLOT POINT, patent pending, but she was also not super relatable? Which is crazy considering my very real, rather undiagnosed anxiety. Chris was boring. The whole plot, as this title suggests, was very low stakes and no one actually seemed to remember that their jobs were ever on the line? Did Everly and Chris have a conversation before they decided they liked each other? Who can say, really.

Shipped by Angie Hockman

Between taking night classes for her MBA and her demanding day job at a cruise line, marketing manager Henley Evans barely has time for herself, let alone family, friends, or dating. But when she’s shortlisted for the promotion of her dreams, all her sacrifices finally seem worth it. The only problem? Graeme Crawford-Collins, the remote social media manager and the bane of her existence, is also up for the position. Although they’ve never met in person, their epic email battles are the stuff of office legend. Their boss tasks each of them with drafting a proposal on how to boost bookings in the Galápagos—best proposal wins the promotion. There’s just one catch: they have to go on a company cruise to the Galápagos Islands...together. But when the two meet on the ship, Henley is shocked to discover that the real Graeme is nothing like she imagined. As they explore the Islands together, she soon finds the line between loathing and liking thinner than a postcard. With her career dreams in her sights and a growing attraction to the competition, Henley begins questioning her life choices. Because what’s the point of working all the time if you never actually live?

— YOU NEED TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH SOMEONE TO DECIDE YOU LIKE THEM. AUTHORS REALLY REALLY NEED TO LEARN HOW TO BUILD ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS. IF THEY ONLY LIKE EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEY KISS WELL IT’S NOT A GOOD RELATIONSHIP. AND THIS IS COMING FROM ME. Back at it again with the annoying so-called heroine who was just...occasionally real mean to Graem for no reason at all? Also her name was Henley. Which is not a great reason to dislike her, but here we are.

Apparently I Read These Books Out Of Order. Who Knew?

Pride, Prejudice and Other Flavors by Sonali Dev

It is a truth universally acknowledged that only in an overachieving Indian American family can a genius daughter be considered a black sheep.

Dr. Trisha Raje is San Francisco’s most acclaimed neurosurgeon. But that’s not enough for the Rajes, her influential immigrant family who’s achieved power by making its own non-negotiable rules:

· Never trust an outsider

· Never do anything to jeopardize your brother’s political aspirations

· And never, ever, defy your family

Trisha is guilty of breaking all three rules. But now she has a chance to redeem herself. So long as she doesn’t repeat old mistakes.

Up-and-coming chef DJ Caine has known people like Trisha before, people who judge him by his rough beginnings and place pedigree above character. He needs the lucrative job the Rajes offer, but he values his pride too much to indulge Trisha’s arrogance. And then he discovers that she’s the only surgeon who can save his sister’s life.

As the two clash, their assumptions crumble like the spun sugar on one of DJ’s stunning desserts. But before a future can be savored there’s a past to be reckoned with...

A family trying to build home in a new land.

A man who has never felt at home anywhere.

And a choice to be made between the two.

— Surprise, apparently this was the first book in the series. I did not know. It didn’t affect my enjoyment of the Persuasion version in this same ‘verse, which is also strange because I liked the Persuasion one way better. There was a lot of medical in this. And not super uplifting medical, either. This was like...oh the Jane character (I guess???) has cancer and either she’s going to go blind after having a surgery (also she was an artist, so you see how this was a problem) or she’s just going to decide to die. Wait, what? That came out of left field, really. Also DJ and Trisha were not nice to each other. Like, I know this is Pride and Prejudice so there has to be some of that at the start, but it wasn’t like Trisha ever really went through the Darcy-required time at Pemberly. She just decided she liked DJ and told him and it was as awkward as Jane Austen intended it, but then we got more medical and everything was cool. It felt very rushed and shoehorned into a modern setting and the Persuasion one was better. You can’t have Darcy’s growth without the Pemberly stuff. You just can’t.

In Which I Didn’t Like a Nickname??? Is the World Ending??

Crazy Stupid Bromance by Lyssa Kay Adams

Alexis Carlisle and her cat café, ToeBeans, have shot to fame after she came forward as a victim of a celebrity chef’s sexual harassment. When a new customer approaches to confide in her, the last thing Alexis expects is for the woman to claim they’re sisters. Unsure what to do, Alexis turns to the only man she trusts—her best friend, Noah Logan. Computer genius Noah left his rebellious teenage hacker past behind to become a computer security expert. Now he only uses his old skills for the right cause. But Noah’s got a secret: He’s madly in love with Alexis. When she asks for his help, he wonders if the timing will ever be right to confess his crush. Noah’s pals in The Bromance Book Club are more than willing to share their beloved “manuals” to help him go from bud to boyfriend. But he must decide if telling the truth is worth risking the best friendship he’s ever had.

— If Noah was going to call her Lexa, then her name should have been Alexa and not Alexis. That’s it and that’s all. Also, the story was n u t s. Estranged dads and kidney failure and they got together so fast in this book. Which usually is cool by me, but I really could not get over the nickname and the estranged family was mean to Alexis. Lexa. HER NAME SHOULD HAVE BEEN ALEXA, IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE. Also Noah was a former hacker? The estranged family accused him corporate espionage or something? A lot happened in this book, guys. Her name should have been Alexa.

Dumb Brother Was Dumb™ Everyone Else Was Real Cute

The Off Limits Rule by Sarah Adams

I have found rock bottom. It's here, moving in with my older brother because I'm too broke to afford to live on my own. It's okay though, because we've always been close and I think I'm going to have fun living with him again.   That is until I meet Cooper...   Turns out, my brother has very strong opinions on the idea of me dating his best friend and is dead set against it. According to him, Cooper is everything I should stay away from: flirtatious, adventurous, non-committal, and freaking hot. (I added that last part because I feel like you need the whole picture.) My brother is right--I should stay away from Cooper James and his pretty blue eyes. He's the opposite of what I need right now.   Nah--who am I kidding? I'm going for it.

— This was cute, mostly mindless fluff. Hit some trope high points, including, obviously, best friends sister. Only the brother in question was a Neanderthal and I really thought people were going to make out more while said brother was on his business trip. I got it for free off Amazon. Which I think should explain a lot. Like, story-wise. Sorry, free Amazon books. Don’t be insulted.

Prose, Prose, Prose, Please Someone Have a Conversation

Trick by Natalia Jaster

In the Kingdom of Spring, Poet is renowned. He's young and pretty, a lover of men and women. He performs for the court, kisses like a scoundrel, and mocks with a silver tongue. Yet allow him this: It's only the most cunning and manipulative soul who can play the fool. For beyond the castle walls, Poet guards a secret. One the Crown would shackle him for. One that he'll risk everything to protect. Alas, it will take more than clever words to deceive Princess Briar. Convinced that he's juggling lies as well as verse, this righteous nuisance of a girl is determined to expose him. But not all falsehoods are fiendish. Poet's secret is delicate, binding the jester and princess in an unlikely alliance—and kindling a breathless attraction, as alluring as it is forbidden.

— The purplest of prose. Mauve prose. Royal purple prose. Lavender prose. There was so much writing here. So much. Too much, some might say. I say. Actually. If we want to get specific. And that was a shame, really, because when Briar and Poet actually had a conversation, they were interesting to read about. Also, the world building here? Yeeeesh. The so-called, wait for it, FOOL TRADE played a prominent role and that was...super cringe. Super Cringe. That being said, I asked Justin what I should read next and he thought it was funny that a book was just called...

Dare by Natalia Jaster

In the Kingdom of Summer, they say she's wild. Locked in a cage by the sea, Flare dreams of escape. She dreams of a lost world, known only in legends. The island is calling to her. And she won't let anyone keep her from it. Especially not him. They say he's cruel. Jeryn has crossed the ocean for the Trade, to bargain for those fierce, imprisoned creatures that make his skin crawl. By law, they're subjects meant for experimentation. And easy to despise. One girl in particular. But on the cusp of transport, the tide rages. That hidden island awaits. Stranded, the prince and prisoner must fight to survive. In a mysterious rainforest, they must band together...if they don't slay one another first. Or become something more to each other. Something just as dangerous.

— This was Justin’s fault. He could not believe this book was just called Dare. It should have been called “We’re going to weirdly force what is basically slavery into this story and then a prince is going to fall in love with an escaped slave and we’re also going to call that ROMANCE.” y i k e s. Remember that one story that took place over three days? This was the complete opposite. Years! They were shipwrecked for years! They got saved, spoilers, the DAY they started having sex. What are the odds, right?? And then MORE YEARS passed. Multiple years! Five years! They couldn’t actually be together because of that aforementioned slave trade. What the shit, man? Natalia, ya gotta be kidding me with this. The internet claimed Trick was good and a solid follow to reading ACOTAR and that there was this whole verse and it was also good. The internet was wrong.

Nothing Happened, Everything Happened, I...Hated It

Graceling by Kristin Cashore

Kristin Cashore’s bestselling, award-winning fantasy Graceling tells the story of the vulnerable-yet-strong Katsa, a smart, beautiful teenager who lives in a world where selected people are given a Grace, a special talent that can be anything from dancing to swimming. Katsa’s is killing. As the king’s niece, she is forced to use her extreme skills as his thug. Along the way, Katsa must learn to decipher the true nature of her Grace… and how to put it to good use. A thrilling, action-packed fantasy adventure (and steamy romance!) that will resonate deeply with adolescents trying to find their way in the world.

— I can’t believe this was a book. Katsa was so annoying! Like, listen, I know her life was sad. And she was a pawn being used against her will. Blah, blah, blah. Whatever. The tone of the whole book was so strangely formal and Poe was strangely in love with Katsa? Who obviously didn’t want to get married because she was WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR. Or kill people, as the case may be. Only she wanted to make out with Poe? Only ONLY they didn’t even really get together at the end? I could not believe the end of this book. I nearly threw my Kindle across the room. Once again, no apologies for spoilers because do not read this book, but HE WAS BLIND? Katsa had to leave him behind to save his cousin and he just ENDED UP BEING BLIND? AND THEY NEVER GOT TOGETHER REALLY?? What the fuck? Seriously. Steamy romance, my ass. Nothing happened. The villain got defeated in point two seconds. There are other books in this universe? No, thanks.

#book recommendations #book rec #fantasy recommendations #book recs #laura reads books #this was longer than i realized it was going to be #documentation of a very weird book month #but we're almost back on track now because i am LOVING a darker shade of magic #welllp these are books

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hiii! what’s a fic that lives in your mind rent free? what ship haven’t you written for yet but you’d like to? top 5 tropes?

em!! okay let’s see

what fic lives in your mind rent free?

darling it’s a faded notion | varnes | 28k | complete

The sun is too bright and Ryan’s whole body is alight with something that is eating him all the way up from the inside out, but he keeps his eyes open and he makes himself look, and he tells himself that once he finds Shane, he’ll think about it. Once he finds Shane, they’ll make a plan. Once he finds Shane, and only then, he’ll let himself have the thought he’s been swallowing down like bile since he came to: that they didn’t fall.

They were pushed.

OR: Ryan and Shane get cursed by a ghost, and now they can't be not-touching. It's ... not great.

chicken | bloodyloveletters | 6k | complete

The principle of the game of Chicken is that while either player prefers not to yield to each other, the outcome where neither player yields is the worst possible outcome for both players.

When Shane finds a new thing to tease Ryan over, he thinks it will be harmless. But it ends up changing their friendship forever.

we’ll make a brand new start of it (in old new york) | misantlery | 9k | complete

“Just to be clear,” Andrew says. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to spite your high school bully and your high school girlfriend and possibly the entire state of Ohio?”

Steven giggles. “Spite’s such a harsh word. Shock and impress, maybe.”

“For a man of faith you’re being awfully morally flexible about this,” Andrew says.

believer | cellard00rs | part of the bonded series, which is 233k

Some demons and otherworldly creatures love climbing up the power ladder. Shane is not one of these. He likes where he is (thank you very much) and has no interest in moving up. All he wants is to give his friend Ryan a nice birthday gift. So, naturally, everything goes to hell.

teacher’s pet | chapscher | 24k | complete

“You aren’t describing a teacher’s pet! You’re describing… I don't know the name for it. Someone who tries to seduce their teacher so they can get a better grade.” “Isn’t that a teacher’s pet?” “No!” _ Ryan is tired of losing every episode of Puppet History and asks Shane to tutor him. Shane obliges and tries to keep the tutoring session on track even as they distract each other.

we were wrecks before we crashed into each other | uneventfullhouses | 24k | complete

Cleo’s smile is soft. “Shane told me his memory. What’s yours?”

“Less about memories,” Ryan says truthfully. “More about the future. Where we’ll be and such.”

Arching a brow, she drops her arms, so she clasps her hands in front of her hips. “Where do you think you’ll be?”

Ryan laughs. “Dunno.” He isn’t brave enough to say that he does know that Shane will be there, somewhere, wedged between the regular, the obtuse, the breathtaking, the wild. The generic and the extraordinary. The weird and the wonderful.

or; this week on Weird and/or Wonderful World, Shane and Ryan visit a record shop.

ok so these are just a FEW of them but they’re the first ones that came to my mind - i know u asked me for like one but there’s too much TALENT in this fandom to only mention one. here is a link of most of my favorite works in the fandom (and i’ve been slacking with adding some so please if you read it and your work isn’t here don’t be offended i’ve barely been adding fics to the list).

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what’s a ship that you haven’t written for that you want to write for?

oooh boy!! let’s see - i’ve at least four standrew wips that i really want to write! and a few shyan-with-standrew-as-background-ship that i’m stoked for. then i really love stamandrew but i haven’t had any ideas for it, as well as for steshyan because hello they started a company, how gay of them. i’m also stoked to write any shyanara or sharyelle or any variation of it because i am very intrigued and excited but i unfortunately haven’t had any ideas for this either :// - if you ever want to cowrite and have a fun idea PLEASE hit me the fuck up.

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top 5 tropes

enemies to lovers !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fairytale au’s !! please !!!! i love them we-can’t-stay-5-feet-apart-without-touching and suddenly we’re gay (please we have only two in this fandom and i owe phyllis and varnes the world for writing these gems) Fake/Pretend relationship and oh how i wish we weren’t pretending literally Any Supernatural Au in this fandom my god they’re so good

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When i say that "All For The Game" is important to me and helped me undestand my personal limits, i mean it.

[Tw: harassment]

When i was 10, i started to study in a school called "CEN". There, i made incredible friends, but also not so great ones.

From my first year there (10yo) to my last year there (13yo), i was basically in a school were the people, specially the older ones, had NO CONCEPT of CONSENT AND PERSONAL SPACE.

I lost the count of how many times teenagers would lift my skirt or my shirt, take off my bra, touch my breasts or kiss me without warning.

I was 10!!!! Starting to learn about my body, entering puberty, and i had the worst example possible.

Eventually, i just thought it was normal. It was ok for a friend, who was 16, to grope me, 11, when we passed through each other in the corridor.

It was ok for me to have these older guys hitting on me and talking openly about sexual stuff.

it was ok for people that i DIDN'T EVEN KNOW to touch my body. to kiss me.

it was ok for a friend to grope me and disrespect my body, because that's what people do when they like you. right? right?

i had no idea how much i was disrespecting myself, and how everything that happened would impact my relationship with others in the future.

Fast foward to when i was 14, and moved to another school for X reasons.

I legitimately thought that everyone hated me. I cried to my parents bc i thought that no one wanted to be friends with me.

Guess why.

Because in months there, no one touched me in a weird way. No one disrespected my body. No one forced themselves into my personal space.

I was devastated, and was always on edge, thinking that my friends would go away in any second.

At the same time, i met a guy that I'll call "Adam" bc i don't need his name here. He was the boyfriend of one of my friends from CEN. And we became friends really quickly.

We would call each other for HOURS. He was two years older.

And one day, he started to flirt with me.

I had NO EXPERIENCE dating. I never had someone that i was in love with, and the thought of someone older and pretty and interesting would like ME was just too much. I fell head over heels for him. Not in love. Just, emotionally attached.

He kept flirting, initially nothing much, but then he started to talk about sexual things. Things that he wanted me to do to him and with him. What he wanted to do with me.

And one day, he just called me while jerking off.

I was terrified. I didn't knew how to tell him to 'stop'. That i didn't liked that kind of friendship. Because i didn't want to lose him.

So i just kept letting it happen. Until he decided to grope me in front of his girlfriend and i just had too much.

I went home and cried for hours with my mom on the phone. You know what she said? That it was my fault, since i gave him so much liberty.

That sentence really stayed with me.

And then the year was ending, and i was waiting for my friends from school to finally walk away and stop talking to me.

But they didn't. I did.

And the next year, when i was 15, i was in a new school.

I spent one year there with no problems. Didn't really bond with anyone but was starting to make some friends. It was nice, even tho i was basically being bullied by my classmates. I could ignore it and so i did.

Fast foward to Last year, 2019. now i had 16. Most of my year passed normaly. I never liked studying but i did the minimum to not fail.

And then, in September, i met someone in a party. I'll call him "Dave" because i don't want to put his real name in my blog.

Dave was clearly a 'rebel without a cause'. He smoked and drank without caring about his health. He was cool and everyone wanted to hang out with him. He painted his nails and played the guitar.

And for some reason, he wanted to hook up with me. Not date.

And i fell for it. I kissed him once and was already in heaven. How the fuck someone so cool wanted ME? I had no idea but i was loving it.

Soon we became best friends, we hanged out literally everyday and shit.

And then we became "friends with benefits" lmao. I was in love with him, and he couldn't choose between me and another person (that i won't say the name. today he is one of my best friends).

All of my close friends at the time warned me about Dave. How he treated me badly, how rude he was with me, how he was using me. But i thought that i was in love and ignored everything.

And two months passed like that. I slept in his house 3 times a week. I spent all weekends with him, i drank too much and i started smoking like an idiot.

And one day, after a huge fight me and Dave had, my dad said that my family was going to move to another state.

I called Dave immediately, and went to his house.

Only then we started dating. Because i was going away in two months, suddenly he was ok with dating me.

Adam was terrible and i was so unhappy.

Before we started dating, and even after that, i never had the right to say "no".

It was never about me. What i wanted. What i could give. What i was able to give.

I would come to his house, drunk, and he would ignore that i could not truly give consent and make me do whatever he wanted me to do.

I never felt loved.

My body was not mine. I had no right to control my own body.

I was with someone that would not accept a "no". I was with someone that would threaten to kill himself if i hurted him. I was with someone that said that he would kil me, and beat me, if i didn't do as he told.

He hit me once. And even after that, i didn't break up with him. And as always, he never, NEVER, apologized.

I was, again, in a relationship that taught me nothing about consent, respect and limitations. And it was destroying me without me noticing it.

But two months later, the day came and o moved. Even so the abuse didn't stop there.

He kept emotionally manipulating me, making me feel guilty for not being there. He said that i wasnt the person that he thought that i would be. That i never helped him and never made him happy. He said that i didn't truly love him.

Eventually, we parted ways. He stoped sending me messages and i stopped trying to be there.

I felt empty, and loveless, and it was like i had failed. I felt like i wasn't enough. I failed because i wasn't able to give enough of myself to him.

And now, a couple of months ago.

Someone on twitter mentioned AFTG and i didn't have anything better to do.

I fell in love with the book. I did. But there were so many triggers and had to take it slow.

I KNOW it sounds like I'm reading too deep into it, but please understand.

When i saw the way that Andrew and Neil interacted, as two different individuals, with different needs and different limitations, i was devastated.

I could not handle seeing how respectful and caring they were about each others triggers and traumas.

How Neil respected every single "no".

And how Andrew was able to say "no" without caring about what Neil would feel.

Because, when you say "no", it's for you, you're respecting yourself. And if your special someone can't undestand and respect that, they're not worth it.

I didn't understand that. To be honest, I'm still having a hard time to think about everything that happened to me like it was "harassment" or "assault".

I didn't say yes, but i also didn't say no

And, again, I'm sorry if it seems like I'm reading too deep into it.

Andrew and Neil have this "yes or no" think that left me speechless.

How can someone just respect you so much that they won't touch you unless you give clear permission?

I cried too much, and had enough panic attacks while i was reading the books. There were too many triggers but i kept going because i felt like i needed to.

I never had thought that, when you're drunk, you can't give consent. I never worried about that because no one worried about me when i was drunk. No one asked me anything.

The idea of having someone that will understand if you don't want to be touched, somone that will stay there and wait inutil you're okay, someone that loves you enough to respect if you're not ok... it was too much. Really.

Suddenly all of my relationship with my ex was passing in front of my eyes and i finally saw how abusive it was. How much he didn't care. How i trusted someone that couldn't give a shit about what i was feeling.

It's not that i didn't knew it was abusive. But seeing a relationship so opposite, like Andreil, was a chock.

"All For The Game" brought up things that usually are ignored.

Even if the trilogy is not focused on Andreil, the amount of importance that it puts in "consenting", is amazing.

I started to think about me and my body and how i was treating myself.

And how much i wanted someone that will respect me and love me and take care of me.

It sound dumb but I'm truly grateful. All For The Game is just fiction. But it talks about serious matters with a respectful and realistic approach.

It's "just a book" but it showed me a kind of relationship that i never saw. It affected me.

This is a huge vent because i had a panick attack during my therapy session and i needed to write it.

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